Don'T Give Me This Poem by Kaitey Cat

There is definatly something magical,
about listening to classical music,
turned so loud that you can feel the bass through the carpet,
definatley.

You really don't care who it's annoying,
You like it.
You like the way you can only seem to think of this,
and nothing else.

The lies you tell yourself,
are enough to kill.
You wish you were different,
you're not.
Don't give me this,
I am me,
and not one else.
That is why this music is playing so loud,
not because it covers my screams or my thoughts or my tears,
because it covers your voice,
and makes it nothing.