Quiet Riot Poem by Steven Aragon

They call me quiet, but I'm a riot
silently screaming for a peaceful end
to the violence found in my head
and no i'm not lying, yes, I may have been laying
down on the ground, but it's only cuz these thoughts
were slaying, while no sound was found
alive and well, but deep down, dead,
it was once said, you only have one life to live,
too bad i see ten, and i can't pick one, what a dread
SHUT UP voices in my head, stop killing me with the noise
that's left unsaid, drowing me deep, without floaties at my dispense
everything is at my own expense and has me feeling really kinda tense
hence the reason why i'm burning and looting for rest, when will i find peace,
seems like only when i'm spilling out crimson red
yet they call me quiet, but I'm a riot