quiet chaos

alone but in a crowded room
their voices
echo.......echo........echo
off the walls around me
but i feel no vibrations
for i possess the art of ignorance.
ignoring the noise and hyperactivity
still, i hear the chitter chatter, the laughter
the footsteps rush past in each direction
joined by blood yet as wide as the ocean
and i alone in the corner
so loud
yet so quiet that i can hear the whispers
in my mind's eye i see the pointing fingers
i know it's my name on their tongues
stealing past my door and i wonder
is the change in them or me?

so i let myself drift
into my super-ego lair
quite comfortably
floating in another hemisphere
where i am safe
i can breathe
i can mold my creativity
and shape the better parts of me
i can re-write this theory
as to who, what and why
i can get a better control
pushing against the negative forces
that try to suppress my positive energy
speaking with the same lingua
but in a different patois
kinda like an alien vernacular
i am that change they need.

and then
just like that, snap!
the noise overcomes my synergy
singular
i'm back to where i was physically
existing mutely
yet screaming in my sound proof box
where no one can hear me
or dares to listen carefully
stationary
with nothing left to do
but stand alone in this crowded vacuum
as the walls slowly consume
my space
till someone remembers
that changed they wanted
is still here.