Fleeing

Inside my head it's not that nice
It's filled with nasty noise
It's hard to find distractions
Not even with loud toys.

I must not make a single sound
For screaming makes it worse
I close my eyes and keep real quiet
Despite how much it hurts.

Seconds, minutes, hours pass
And in this time I flee
I transform into different people
I am no longer me.

These people are extremely different
They go to different places
The best thing is it's so much quieter
Despite so many faces.