Curse

It's so frustrating to be so empathetic, but never get it back. I'm trying to be clear, but it feels like I'm speaking a different language. Even simple sentences sound weird to me, but I see myself in them. But I can't respond, so I try painting my thoughts on the wall in bright colors, trying to show them my world, but they keep their eyes closed. It's like life's a song only I can hear. They'll never hear my voice.