I try my hardest to keep myself calm.
But it's hard because there are so many noises around me.
Frustration quickly approaches me.
But I sit still and try my
absolute hardest to push away,
or a least ignore,
the part of me that so badly
wants to scream at those noises
that cause the aggitation to never cease.
There are noises of anger, sorrow, and panic.
All of them are louder than eachother.
Right now I want to yell at the annoyence.
To beat it down with my shaking fists.
But I also want to run away.
To hide behind a closed door that will never open.