The class was loud

So was my head

It banged and banged

As if trained to play drums

That ruckus you play

Keeps you at bay

You music taste is angry and weary

Just like your family

Maybe it’s better to sit in the dark

It opens the mind to brand new thoughts

The vile that you spilled

Seeks you at will

Posioning your mind for fun

Telling you that you are “dumb”

While a common man

“accidentally “ hits you in the head with a can

And that’s when the banging starts

And hits me like a dart

The dark room waiting for you

Good thing your getting used to being so gloom