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Dazed

 I stand in a room full of people

And everything seems to stop

All i can wonder is what’s wrong? Why can’t I hear them talk? 

I can see their lips moving

Whispering and laughing - they never stop

But my body - its numb 

My brain - it’s frozen 

I can feel the cold touch of the unheard words they’ve chosen 

All I want to know is what they think

Why do they say their lives are all happy and pink 

When all I can see is it’s dark and grey with nothing much left to say

Why do they hide the true dark clouds and only show me the rainbows that make them proud?


Written By - Khushi Sethi

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