That moment..
When everyone-
Is yelling.
And arguing.
And you-
You turn your music..
All the way up.
To block everyone-
And everything-
Out.
Because honestly..
What else-
Can you do?
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
PoetryMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.