The Voice in the Silence
When it’s quiet I hear myself thinking and I don’t always like what I hear it ain’t loud but it cuts through the silence like a voice that’s been waiting for years It reminds me of things I avoided of the man I said I would be of the times I chose easy over right when nobody was there to see I can hide it behind all the noise stay busy keep running around but sooner or later it finds me again when theres nothing but truth in the sound and I wonder if I’d be proud of myself if I stripped it all down to the core no titles no image no words to defend just the man I can’t ignore cause at the end of the day it ain’t them I answer to not the world not the crowd not the noise it’s the voice in my head when the silence hits asking me about my choices so I’m learning to face it not run from it even when it don’t feel right cause maybe being proud of yourself starts in the dark… not the light.