A friend of mine stepped up,

Clothing shimmering in the warm light

And their face glowing as they stepped on the large stage.

Claps and hollers as they got an orange parchment.

Of course I clapped for them,

But it was then I realized something,

Something I didn't want to hear from the thoughts of my head.

Who can block out the voices in their head?

What I realized,

What I saw,

Was the thought that I'm not needed.

I'm no use to them.

I'm a burden on their plate,

A weight on their back,

A burden on their plate.

I sunk into the depths of my head,

The ceremony was a blur

As if time slow went into the halt.

I could hear words,

Dark creatures hissing,

Whispering,

Chanting those thoughts

And the thing is...

They WON'T stop