Stars, it's so loud
should I whisper or scream?
Should I pound or knock?
If I speak up will I only make it louder,
or will I therefore quiet everything else?
I have all these small questions
all a piece in your puzzle
my life
their game.
What exactly is this?
Stars, it's so loud.
Did I break the glass?
Maybe I'll put on my headphones and drown it out
does that make me like everybody else or does that just mean I love my music?
Either way I'm the black sheep
Isn't that what I asked for?
Stars, it's so loud.
Can we please turn it down?
Or did I break that option too?
Maybe I'll find a quiet corner to get distracted in
will my people be there to quiet the noise
or will the others arise and make it harder to think
harder to hear
to see
to breathe
I'm going under
it's so quiet here
but I fight to get back
only to find that
stars, it's so loud.
YOU ARE READING
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