Published: Mon, 27 Jan 2025 19:58:23 -0800
There are those days where you wake up and the only thing you wish for is for it to end, where everything gets on your nerves, and where you wish you could just blend into the background. It was one of those days that I wrote Loud.
Pounding ripples of sound shake,
a deafening murmur of clinks and clanks
Stuffy recirculated air bakes
The convection oven of the classroom
Loose fitting garments tie me to the chair
No matter how it's done, I don't like my hair
Every momentary glance, I'm aware
I try not to, but I care
Hustle and bustle, crammed into corridors
A thousand footsteps echo across the floors
The blinding pale light of compact fluorescence
Somehow it all makes me lose my essence
Why do I feel most alone in a crowd?
I'm tired of it all being so loud
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