I am Music
It is music to my ears.
The soft demons inside it's head.
The trembling of hands wanting to stop the future.
The red stain of an every day reminder.
The stares of the unforgiving society.
The music played to relate to each hurtful memory.
The sound of a heart breaking into a million pieces again.
The never ending ache of wanting to be like the others.
The hopeless fight of trying to stop being the monster it is.
The confusion of trying to fit in.
The sound of trust leaving.
The quick breaths of anxiety.
It is music to my ears because..... I am the music.
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