That Point

That point, that invisible point where everyone has shifted away from me and I’m alone in a crowd. In a group.



The point is crossed and a wall comes up.



I shout, I yell, I holler, I scream for someone to hear me.



The music blares, the conversation ripples, but I can’t be heard.



The wall is soundproof. I was thrown in an enclosure, surrounded by those walls.



Nobody needs me, once I’ve passed that point.