What Makes Me Tick
Location
Tick Tick Tick
The watch on my wrist goes
Tick Tick Tick
Thump thump thump
The heart in my chest goes
Thump thump thump
Click click click
The trigger of the gun to his head goes
Click click click
Shh shh shh
The only noise you will hear from the suffering goes
Shh shh shh
Because the truth is
We live in a world without comfort.
We thrive in our palaces of solitude.
We breathe in shame and loss more than we breathe in
Oxygen.
We live in a world
Where happy endings
Don’t exist.
Where keeping your mouth shut
Is better than daring Speak Up at all.
“Speak up,”
They say.
“Open up,”
They say.
“Show me what makes you tick,”
They say.
They command to know my thoughts,
The interworking’s of my soul.
They wish to commandeer these ideas
And make me their own person.
I will never be their person.
They want me to speak out
In a world that loves noise
But hates voices.
They ask my opinions
And hate my answers.
I don’t know how to please these people.
But then I realize
What makes me tick
Is the fact
That I don’t care.