Another day
another yelling
I'm looking out the window
as I'm used to their toxic beings
screaming at each other
with no regard
for their children
in the backseat
faint rap music
is playing on the radio
and I lose myself in the rhythm of it
nodding my head along
to the sound
I don't understand
a single word that singer is saying
except for
"beautiful things to come"
the yelling continues
and I keep humming
until they turn the music off
and for a moment
I'm about to feel miserable again
then a sad smile
frames my face
as I play a song in my head
beautiful things didn't come
but I pretended they did
when I turned the imaginary music louder
tuning out the voices completely
the voices
that have taken far too much from me
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Behind These Eyes (Poetry)
PoesíaI've heard them saying you can see it all in the eyes but there are some things that can't be seen in their shine these are the thoughts hiding behind these eyes.
