“Hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me like it or not
Right now, hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me like it or not
Right now
I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored”
Faint by Lincoln Park
There were days when he wanted to scream out loud! Most of the time he let his music do it for him, but there were those times in the car, late at night on the back mountain roads, nobody to hear him but himself, where he gave in and just let it all out!
“Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored!”
There was the dream, not quite a nightmare, where all he could see was a sea of people, just the backs of their heads. He’d reach out, grab them by the shoulder, turn them around, but even the front was the back. He could spin them this way and that, but all he would get was the back of their head. He’d stand in that sea of people, trying desperately to get someone to see him, to hear him. He’d wake up crying.
“Hear me out now! You’re gonna listen to me like it or not, right now!”
He wish he could cut loose, punch his fists in the air, spin and kick and destroy armies of oppression. He longed for freedom, his wings spread wide and free, gliding on thermals away from all that held him down. Each morning he knotted his tie and fit it close like a noose, letting the dark red fabric fall against the white of his shirt like a spill of blood coming straight from his heart. He put on his jacket and got in the car, the door closing like the bars of a jail. He propelled himself onward, the daily grind, the office, the mundane world. But he wanted to scream. Out loud. Right now.
