pestilent thoughts

In school, I start thinking.
The thoughts take control and takes me away.
Away until I am just a skinned out thing.
Where there is nothing left besides movement.
Where my only view through my eyes, is a cinema screen
Where any teacher talking is quieted down to slight murmurs of an ant talking
I have no surroundings, no control
My brain doesn't feel like it's really there

On the outside, I am a lifeless looking thing out in the wild
Bumping into every single thing I can, not noticing anything

The thoughts in my head, get loud
Vividly replaying every single detail in my head
The sounds are deafening
The sights 20/20 vision
The feels like you're in an interactive movie

Myself, drowning.
Drowning in my own hell with silence