Letter to Loudmouth

August 30, 2016

did you think i was too quiet, too shy

to ever talk over the likes of you?

no, i am not the voice on the track you listen to every morning.

i am the one who wrote the script.

my name may not be the one tattooed with the largest letters on your heart

but the ink runs so deeply

that it will hurt the most

when i take it back.

i am not just barely standing on my own two feet

as i have heard you grumble to your 'pals'

i keep myself steady and hold the hands of many others.

no, i am not the drug you crave

but i am the oxygen you need.

do not assume

even for an instant

that just because my fire is small compared to yours

that it is incapable of burning your house to the ground.

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