Cacoethes Scribendi

There Are Noises From Behind The Door

There are noises from behind the door

and I can hear them

They vibrate in deep gibberish

and hurt my ears. 

I observe the people below

as a camera views a hallway

Recording

Seeing

Everything forever.

I will someone to notice me

Anyone- male or female

People I considered to be friends

And I will them

to join me at the top

I snuck away to be here

when no one else wanted it

And I wonder

in truth, was it worth it?

They'd ignore either way

Just an ever-recording camera

of a human being

at the top of the auditorium

Where everything I see

and hear

and touch

becomes something it isn't.

The people talk.

I fight tears of memories

overflowing my brain

of when I was like them.

Those days re no more.

The noises behind the door stop.