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