i cant hear properly
when hate has the horrid screams of sirens
and i am just the unknown author of this myth
i am believed to be true
explaining the unexplained, unmentioned
but if all the so called confidence i radiate is phony and false

what really am i?

the only thing i'm sure of is that i am my most hated part of literature
maybe it's because i never took the time to appreciate and delve deep
get lost inside what was supposedly true
and conflicts with the life of christ

maybe i never took the time to appreciate
the miles of how far i've gotten
get lost inside my ignorance
and find the treasure i wasn't focusing on in the darkness
because i was so focused on the chanting sirens

but when i returned to my loved ones
rejuvenated at the least
i couldn't hear their congratulations
the typical phrases of showing how proud you are

because i was deaf
and i realized i didn't hear
anything but my own voice
but everything is amplified
when you're by yourself