When suddenly their voice is too loud
And the people around are moving too much
And the lights are too bright
And theirs too much information in front of you
And people are trying to talk to you
And you're trying to get something done
And your clothes aren't fitting right
And your shoes are too tight
And your glasses feel funny on your face
And everything became so much so fast
And suddenly your face is warm
And suddenly your hands are sweating
And suddenly you're breathing heavy
And suddenly you want to scream and cry
But you remain still
And you remain quiet
But your head is screeching and wailing
You're over stimulated, and you're too old to make a scene
