My music.

You say it's too loud.
I say it's not.
You say Its just boys screaming into microphones for attention all of them with their heads in the clouds.
My statement is I couldn't live without it.
You tell me to turn it down. That it's too depressing. Too sad.
I turn it up loader and scream that it's my life. Now were both mad.
I sit here wrighting, while you watch Tv.
To you I'm just a rotten loud teen.
Oh how I wish that you would understand me.

Reviews

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

My mom dos the SAME thing every time I listen to my music., An I feel the same way.
I love everything about this pome. Great write c: