They're screaming,
Fighting,
My heart trembles,
I want them to stop,
The noise to end,
Silence,
The peaceful kind,
Tension-free,
Happy and positive.
It's utter chaos,
The screams get louder,
Arguing on end,
When will they stop?
Before I knew it,
Glass shatters,
Violence introduced.
If I try to stop them,
I'll only get myself,
Stuck between two parties,
Their pent up anger towards each other,
Now directed at me,
For interrupting,
A violent conflict session.
Hope fades,
For peace in the family.
I want to erase,
Everything about them.
I plug my soul into,
The wondrous sounds,
Allowing the music,
Strong bass beats,
To soothe and caress,
My tired ears,
Who were abused by,
Their bloodcurdling screams,
And breaking of porcelain,
The painful shatter.
The earphones,
Are barriers from the sounds,
Of fear.
I can't forget,
So I'll build my walls up high,
Just to block it.
Their voices fill my ears.
Louder and louder,
Higher and higher,
It's bliss.
Music may,
Be just any other part of,
People's daily lives.
To me,
Is a lifeline I hold,
So tightly onto.
Never letting go,
Grasping the musical notes.
I may go deaf one day,
From playing the music,
Blasting them at maximum volume.
It's all worth it,
After all,
Once my hearing is over,
So is the story I call,
My life.
