everyone is loud
so very, very loud
and i shouldn't
complain, because
often i am very,
very loud as well
but i am loud because
i have to scream to be heard
they don't need to scream
for me to hear them,
i hear them too well,
i am trying to breathe
through their voices,
i am trying to hear
the quiet that exists
in my soft headphones
and the girl beside me
but even if i shut my eyes
and try very, very hard,
they drown out my mind
and i wonder why they
can't scream over my
thoughts when that's
exactly what i need
i don't need it now
my mind is blank
blank blank blank
and i can't enjoy it
because my ears ring
with their chatter
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poesíabasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
