in & out

you draw me out just to put me right back in again.
i suppose this is the part where i type till my fingers hurt while i rant and rave about everything that bothers me. a million things running through my mind. one mouth that just refuses to open. one pair of hands that can't keep up. one pair of ears that hear nothing. a nose that functions purely through reflex. one pair of eyes that see only in the dark. one soul tired of being judged. one pair of feet to carry me faster than the wind. one body enraged... at the end of the day, who can really be bothered trying?
"not me" says i.
two sets of rules for two entirely different beings.
listen to the sound of silence...
*hush*