elephant in the room

I am the elephant in the room. my arms and legs seem to always take up too much space. my breaths form clouds of air too distracting to the inhabitants. they tell me to stop being so loud, stop being so quiet. stop being so sad, stop being so happy. they tell me to stop yelling when I speak, “quiet down” so my voice doesn’t reach outside these walls. they tell me “speak up,” when I decide today i’d rather not speak at all. I am the elephant in the room making noise when i’m not moving a single muscle. I am the elephant in the room they like to call home only when it’s convenient. I am the elephant in the room breathing heavy when I can’t breathe at all.