What does one do when their voice is too loud when they’re quiet?
Quiet!
I have no one to talk to, so I write.
No… I wrote, but it was too loud.
Always too loud.
So, what do you do?
Too loud,
too quiet,
too loud,
too quiet.

Heading toward Hell, hoping to turn things around–
But why?
Why do I hear words that aren’t here?
Not there…
And yet, they appear.
They always appear.
Too loud,
always too loud.
In the quiet I can hear,
the words appear.
Like music to my ears.

The sound turned me around,
led me away–
Not astray, just forward,
past the dangers that waited.But oh,
how I like loud,
too loud,
I don’t want to stay quiet.