TheSilent Loudness (1996)

Intolerance is something I just can't stand
I sit next to it every day, it stares at me
Taunts me.
It wants me to make a move.
I know I can't, I fear chaos.
The arrogance is remarkable.
How do people live like this?
All the hatred, inflicted pain
Do they ever think of anyone else?
Intolerance. Adolescence.
Some mature further in heart than they ever will in body.
Some mature in body but never will in heart.
The Ignorance it makes me sick.
How they think their sticks and stones don't shatter bones.
Perhaps not bones, but wrists.
I'm nothing special, no one enlightened.
Perhaps just normal.
Or atleast what it should be.