All in your head

tiny room
the crowd jostles
pushing, fighting

control, control

who is their leader?
I am their leader
they are me
I have no leader

mass confusion
control, control

swarming faces
voices
whisper, shout, cry, command

demand, demand

endless
make them stop
make them stop

they fight for control
over me
but I'm mine
not theirs

too many
in such a tiny space
each are their own
each are my own

Can they be silenced?

Written by Rachel 8/10/2002