Mute Version Of Me Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Perception of self changing so fast, I can't
keep track, many different selves defined
by the different worlds they inhabit - for
the first time in ages a positive geek came
out as my eyes looked through glasses at
the self-assessment growing on my desk

Fluctuating emotions in response to the
people and events around me leaves me
with a fractured spirit and broken mind;
the world has become so overpowering
that the least challenge and the smallest
requirement is a threat I can't handle, so

I stay in the dark, bored, lonely, mute &
deaf to excitement and change of life as
joy and aggression, my heart melting; it
seems life is ending for me: living death,
will there be redemption in expression?

Maybe, I'm trying to pin this version of
self down before it can change into yet
another mute version of me…