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The quite noise inside me

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I Don’t Know Where I Go These Days

If I smile at a joke these days,

I wonder if it’s even my smile…

or just a reaction my face has learned to give.

Sometimes someone makes me laugh,

and for a few seconds,

my smile reaches my eyes…

but then,

within moments,

it fades away,

like my happiness remembered

it wasn’t supposed to stay.

If I’m hurt,

if I cry,

if someone breaks a little piece of me…

after the tears fall,

I sit there and laugh at myself.

Not because it’s funny,

but because I don’t know

what else to do with all these feelings.

I walk on roads,

but I’m rarely there.

My body moves forward,

while my mind disappears somewhere else.

sometimes I enter the wrong building,

and only later I realize…

Where was I?

Where do I go

when I leave the moment I’m living?

When there is a fight at home,

I don’t just hear the anger.

I look at my mother’s face

for ten straight minutes,

trying to understand

the pain she doesn’t say out loud.

When my father’s mood is low,

I watch his silence,

his tired eyes…

And I keep asking myself,

“What can I do for him?”

“When will I become strong enough

to take away some of his worries?”

“When will I be able to free him

from the responsibilities

he has carried for so long?”

I listen to songs,

but I don’t just listen…

I feel every word,

every beat,

every hidden emotion…

until sometimes

a simple song becomes a reason to cry.

If I spend a little extra with friends,

or if I like a dress online…

I look at the price

and start thinking a hundred things.

Why?

When I know

I have enough.

Why does my mind

turn every small choice

into a heavy decision?

Maybe I’m not tired of life…

Maybe I’m tired

of carrying everything I feel.

Maybe my heart is just too loud,

and my mind never knows

when to be quiet.

I don’t know where life is going these days…

I only know

I’m trying to find myself

somewhere between overthinking,

caring too much,

and forgetting to care for me.

Thoughts

  • MelanieOdum

    The ten minutes watching your mother's face for the pain she won't say out loud, I recognise that. I do a version of it in the houses I work in, reading a face because the person has stopped telling you straight. The walking into the wrong building because your mind went somewhere else, I know that one too. Who do you have that watches your face the way you watch theirs?

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I don't know where I go when I leave the moment I'm living. My body keeps moving forward, but my mind disappears somewhere else. I carry other people's pain, overthink every little thing, and forget to care for myself. Maybe I'm not tired of life. Maybe I'm just tired of carrying everything I feel.

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