When I speak I don't think of who could hear, I don't see the stares. I think of how my words flow, a continuous fall of sound flowing through my entire being. I don't think how my actions are seen by others, I simply see how my touch can bring them smiles. At least that's what I used to see...

Now I hear the whispers, roaring waves over my own thoughts. Now I see the glares, piercing through my very being. I see how you despise the fact that a single voice can make me happy, hating me for wanting only them...

So confused and scared I turned away and pushed aside my wants. Now I'm scared to dare go near in fear of the thoughts that come. Because only when we are alone does it feel like we are one...

Hate me, despise me. Pull away my happy. Well done you succeeded! Now please no more, just leave me here! I have nothing, no more rock or wall to lean on. You took away my safety rails and told me to go fetch...

But still despite all the words they say I cannot blame them for this...