This room is filled with such a heavy silence
That the falling raindrops almost sounds like
an under-construction house
Full of angry workers
Swearing and shouting all the time.
The neighbours inside my head/
My overwhelming friends
Have meetings about the degree of silence
That can be accepted between 10 pm and 6 am
It shall be stated that no one is allowed to speak to me
After 10 pm
So that I can finally get to sleep
And they can get their own turns at speaking
To me
In public or at home.
I roll my eyes every time they have a fight
On who to speak first
As I shut up and feel my brain exploding
I’m sweating and anxiously
Look for a comfortable position to lay myself in my bed
No success
It’s 1 am and there is no sleep
Which makes it even worse
As the undisturbed multiversions of myself
Fight with each other
On which memory to bring up first
Which failure
Hurtful moment
Or unhappened event
Can they use to force me a deadly sleep