I hate crowds
The feeling that you're suffocating
Everywhere you turn
They hem you in
You're drowning
Fighting the current to get free
Being hit from all sides
You're in a state of confusion
Not thinking clearly
Not able to remain calm
You're smashed against bodies
Like a broken rag doll
Hitting a wall of concrete
Your senses are muddled
And you're lost in a sea
I hate the feeling of loneliness
In a place overrun with people
Hate the feeling of panic that I get
When the crowd slowly, slowly,
Suffocates me
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On A Cliff: Vol. #9
PoetryYou have to make a lot of decisions in life, and each story leaves it's mark on you. But not every decision is easy or simple. Sometimes it feels like you're on a cliff, and could fall either way at the slightest push. Eventually, you get tired, but...
