You stomped on me down to my core. You pushed me down to the floor, I got back up after I was torn. You made me bleed and I was hurt. You put me in a crowd, but I got real loud even stumbling to the cold hard ground. I was thrown in lost and found.

I saw gadgets on the weeping ground making sounds. You kept trying to tare me down and I still got rid of my silent frown. Violent behavior and you’re going to the pound, perhaps I’ll never ever see you around because that’s the last round and I’ll keep my crown. You’re just a nasty, stupid, dumb, pathetic, mean, gross clown that should die and slowly drown! My silence helps me heal today, I don’t want it to fade away. I love to lounge around and think of all the silent sounds that used to mock me and now I’m good to drown them out. I feel the silence in my head, in my blood, in my bed and it motivates me to read and wait for what could be ahead.