I Don'T Like Noise Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

Tears,
salty, emotional tears stream down
my cheeks as I dip myself into the water
hearing the world go silent,
and for a split second I felt the emotion of happiness...of tranquility.

I came back up,
and as I did I felt the sharp tantalizing cries of the voices,
telling me to be a figure,
telling me to be a daughter,
telling me to let it all end.

I can hear outside the bathroom door yelling
Parents going at it again,
times have changed again
by myself-I hate noise.

I look down in the tub at my feet and wiggle my toes,
to splash to I can't hear things breaking, the room shaking,
to get away from this hell that I call home.

Silence.

Nothing but the sound of the water, like I was at the bottom of the ocean.
I hold my breath and I feel myself fading away,
I hear the yelling sounding so far far away.

I feel that sense of tranquility beckoning me in again,
telling me it's okay.
I close my eyes and everything is alright.
How it should be.