White noise, black noise

roaring, shuddering, nonsensical



It's loud, isn't it?

There's always something to

listen to.


So why hasn't anyone

listened to me?


Or maybe they have?

And I'm just taking them for granted.

I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.


I feel as though

I can't help this

Its all one big joke

God, I told you

Why didn't you listen?


Years, years, years

Four years now?

Why haven't you listened?



"a phase"



Please, please, please

I'm your child.

Why won't you listen?


This is stupid.

Some kid, with parental problems,

writing angsty poetry online


Why did they force this opinion on me?


I'm conditioned to think this way.

It's okay to do this, isn't it?



God, you're an idiot.


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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