The Silence and The Noise

Is it more terrifying to be lost in the silence,
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.

How saddening, how pleasing,
When all the turmoil has passed.
The salt upon my lips has dried,
Cuts have faded and so have I.

Out of sight, out of mind,
I've taken in the silence.
All the pain, all the fear, all the rage,
It's gone!
For there is a joy in solitude.
It is accepted.
It is all.

My reality is my mind.
Thoughts that only think,
Refusing only to touch the cage.
Skirting about the topic,
Forced into submission,
Making a world out of a prison.

Least the noise come back.
The crowd of spectators outside.
Cracking my new reality,
Shoving forth their own.

Once again, I'm more than alone.
Lost in the noise.
Reaching out my hand and screaming!
Someone, someone just share the warmth.
If only for a minuet,
If only a passing glance.

They turn away after a look.
What an oddity.
Locked in her own cage.

Let us humor her,
And come forth but out of touch.
So that she may hurt herself.

Again I fade away,
Out of sight, out of mind.
Joy to the silence.

Is it more terrifying to be lost in the silence,
Or is it more tragic, to be lost among the noise.