Drums
The world is upside down again
a place that can't make sense
wrong became ok
and right became something righteous
I used myself as a weapon
not against you, but to keep you back
slapped you in the face not to earn your pity
but your distaste
Everything a violent storm
pounding in my ears like drums and shattered glass
a sandstorm slicing my nerves
every word a boulder, crushing my head
you pressed too hard,
not enough to bruise, but dangerous enough to crush
hammering nails into my brain
wouldn't go away
wouldn't leave me be
so I pulled out the horrors festering in my soul
and took you on a tour
not to make you understand
not to make you weep
not for your sympathy or empathy
not for your attention
but to drive you away
so I could have sweet silence
so I could shut you out
so I could have some peace
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