Loud was a personality trait
Loud and proud.
The silence quicksand
I fought.
But sound,
Is so often the tearing open
Of emotional scars
An auditory,
“That isn’t my reality!
See me!
Hear me!”
Because I expect
that all society sees,
At best,
Is “inspiration porn”
And I cut off my nose
To spite them.
Unfortunately,
My face gushes,
And my tool
Destroyed my purpose.
Before I could leave the lectern.
With a patch on the injury,
I must sell the tools that no longer serve .
SickyBeat 