Quiet

I like the quiet,

I hate the noise.

The only noise I like,
is the noise that comes from my headphones.
I enjoy the quiet,

being alone
in the corner of my room
where I shut my door.

I like the quiet.
I wonder if it likes me,
because every time it becomes quiet
my thoughts run free.
They’re overwhelming,
they like to yell,
again and again
the same old things.
I love the quiet,
but I’m afraid,
the quiet hates me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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