They are whispering
they are laughing
they are mingling
they are talking.
They come and go
chirping like birds
hurting like thorns.

It's always easier
on the outside
but a battle inside
and I am never
the winner
when I have to laugh
it hurts my cheeks
and I know they don't
really get my jokes
or they don't bother.
It's been years of nodding
at folks who don't understand
on my way here, I feel lost.

The room is half-filled 
or half empty, doesn't matter.
All I hear is noise
as I search for your voice.

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