I have to be quiet
but inside I want to scream
rage frustration
I’m irritated with the feeling of futile
it’s a rock band day
when happy or productive
the suppression of my musical taste is easy
but today have to let someone scream for me
I have to let someone else get it all out
and say those things
that would bring my lifestyle to a screeching halt
it’s one of my white music days
cada otro
gray matters
if I’m listening to these play lists
it’s best you let me work it out inside
no one has a good rant like the entitled
and just as Billie can sing my blues
I’ll let a base guitar scream for me
while the drummer brings me back
if you saw me you’d just see quiet
but between these two drums
I’m trapped
and not a soul can hear my screams
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The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not. The cure for it is occupation. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Others may argue about whether the world ends with a bang or a whimper, but I just want to make sure mine doesn’t end with a whine. Sadly, self-pity comes so naturally to all of us. It’s odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don’t quite fully share the hell of someone close to you. – Wise words from an unwise man?
so true, Ike, well-spotted! happy new year :-)
It seems to me as if this woman this woman is in a life that won’t allow her to be herself- she mentions that if she said certain things her lifestyle would end. A frustrated voice is what I hear. Perhaps she has so much to offer and is being denied her full potential? Regardless, I wanted to read more. A friend of a friend sent this to me to read…interesting writer. I suppose I’ll check out the other posts too.