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Buried within a cacophony of voices
In quick succession, each one louder than my own
The barrier of sound compressing
The more I try to project, the tighter it's grip
Around my throat
This compulsion to create, failing
No need for expression, mind rot

Swear it's self-fulfillment
When we both know
This is a fair shade darker

A voice within me reassures, "I need this"
I fear that I simply don't have it in me to admit
The misplaced energies I've spent
On half my life snatching at vapors
Locked in this echo chamber
Where only I, am familiar with my own name
Self-doubt reverberates
Until only lingering thoughts remain

Felt the need for change for a while now
Refusing to admit
I've lost my passion for this
I've lost my passion for this
And so many things

Call me quitter
If putting me down makes you wetter
I'll slide in
With my piece of mind
To say I tried my hardest
To be the best you've never had

Buried within a cacophony of voices
Each one louder than my own

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