Loud. A Hammer for a Screw

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.


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 .

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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