Earbuds in, loud, her head hung low
Her music first soft, and painfully slow
Then the bass begins pumping, the intro is done
And she finds her meaning in the words that are sung
Her head begins nodding in time to the beat,
Her heartbeat is racing, she's tapping her feet
She sings with the words that threaten her tears
She hums with the music that calms all her fears
She grew up with music surrounding her mind
And now indulged in music she finds
No matter the genre, the tempo, its tic,
She's just like her father, addicted to music
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PoetryPoetry: inside the mind of a liberal teenage feminist with self image issues and a habit of overthinking.
