You And Your Problems, Me And My Music - Poem by Ari Spuntini
think before you speak
conserve those words
don't let the sentences leak
what's wrong with you?
it's like some sort of disease
your thoughts spilling out of your mouth
you didn't mean to say it like that?
it came out wrong, you swear
this awkwardness is getting tiring
you need to take a break
instead of your useless words
try listening to somebody else's for once
how about a hobby you can obsses over
that tune, the melody, the beat
the words gracing your soul
tired of the lies and fake personalities
there is one escape
run away to your hideaway
lock all the doors, sealed tight
turn up the music,
blaring as loud as possible
they're not ready for you, not yet
sing your heart out
until your voice fades and breaks
forgetting your problems of being too outgoing
maybe too talkative?
it's true they don't see it
there is no pleasing them
so for now
sing even though nobody can hear you
they're going ot want to listen
and their perceptions wil be changed
oh yes, they CAN be proved wrong
wait, were you wondering who 'they' are?
didn't you know it was you?
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