In Here
It's extremely loud in here,
Though you do not hear it from there.
You may not be able to tell,
There are a lot of arguments
And the music is always up too loud.
Though the words spoken, shake,
There are thousands wanting to be realeased,
But are not allowed.
In here are
opinions,
desires,
and an entire future planning itself out.
There is a depression,
It like to linger
And attack at the worst possible moments.
There is hapiness that is somewhat afraid,
to show herself again.
It's extremely loud in here
And I want out.
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