My own forefingers.
Anything to block out these sounds
I know I shouldn’t.
I know I should listen.
Learn from those around me.
Admit that I am wrong
But it sends shivers up my spine.
Makes me feel like the 5 year old again with him standing over me
Screaming that I was wrong
And never going to become anything.
And if I had the strength
I’d flush it all away.
I would let it all just go
Forget these things and become the person I could be.
But its easier said than done
And I’m a little hard of hearing.