Distortion On My Headphones Poem by Paula Glynn

Whispering in my ears
Music playing on my headphones
No matter the genre of music
From rock, pop to dance
Disguising the inner voices
My mind tricking me
With predictions of the future
And money that will never arrive
Unlike those stars that survive
Every song taking its stance

Voice heard on a tape
'Watch how she hurts'
Some kind of demon setting to work
To destroy my flamboyant life
Of worth and mirth
Centuries spent on this earth
Songs always played for a happy life

Myself an unwritten immortal
A soul to survive hell on earth
With every kind of drama
Even those in nightclubs
And every wound inflicted
My body remembering the upset
Incessant voices in my mind
Like a lashing school cain
Music on my headphones making me sane

The past my torment
The present my choice
The future my fate
Where tears roll down my face
When I thought I could relate
And not live in a world made of hate
Distortion on my headphones
Making it pour with rain

But people with their own opinions
People with their own problems
People with their own issues
Issues I knew no knowledge of
The world seemingly without love
I only knowing the angels above

And every night, every moment,
Every day, week, month and year
Add up to millions of tears
Where all I ever find
Is paralysing and soul destroying fear
Knowing it doesn't matter the year
Playing my music at night
My headphones disguising
My problematic life

The distortion on my headphones also
Distracting my vicious thoughts
Images of satisfying revenge
That only torture me
But in the world I see
How I can learn to be free
Knowing music on my headphones
Brings me home

Those old whispers in my mind
Trying to make me unkind
Yet I see the signs
Of the route I must go
To free me from these chains
Myself always taking the blame
A scapegoat living with the shame

But I no longer feel that shame
Because for your crimes
Only you will ultimately pay
As I listen to my music
My headphones distorting the pain
My soul happy today.