when you’re not talking
eyes that change color
ill yell at my mother
as if it’s all her fault
did you know im happy
did you know i need space too
i need quiet
you would never imagine
because i talk so much
because i fill whatever space
i overwhelm and overpower
do you think
i know exactly what i need
because i devour
and just eat
whatever im given
do you think i know what i need
because i act with instinct
or just react and don’t think
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