Life Before The Big City Poem by Fie KroC

When it’s quiet and I can’t hear the summing from the cars, the sirens in the air and the lively talk from people, I think back.
Back when I lived in the small town, the town I just wanted to get away from. Those ghostly streets, people in black and white,
never excepting differences.
I remember all my lonely days, when I wish I could travel out on my own, meet someone more like me. But I never did. So when I was done with school, I was done with this town, these people. I moved away. To the noise.

And I’ve never really liked noise, unless it was from a screaming guitar or the bass making my blood pump.
No, I didn’t like the noise from people, their annoying laughs
and fake smiles.
But I packed my backs, and with a pen in one hand and a basket of dreams in the other, I moved. To the noise.
But now I don’t mind the noise, it’s comforting. It’s… lively.
I feel I belong now, I don’t feel heads turn around to watch me,
I feel… at home. And my pen has been used up a long time ago,
no more bleach. But the words remains.
I feel free now and for the first time since I was little,
before my parents was getting a divorce, I can say I am happy.
Happy… what a word