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Being able to clock out the nonsense.

I sit

Its quiet.

Here where I sit

or maybe its just me.

Because if I listen

there is noise.

So much noise.

Unbearable noise.

           Why are you such an a*****e?

           Worthless piece of s**t.

           You better not talk back.

           Do you want a smack? Don’t test me.

                                                Shut the f**k up.

           Don’t you dare walk away from me.

I sit.

Quietly.

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[Erudite]

ooo, wow. I really like this. There's subtext in it. You convey how your mind naturally shuts out the chaos of what's going on around you, and you don't spell it out for us and let us figure it out on our own. The poem seems very emotional, but you (or the character in it) seem numb at the same time. This poem is classy, or nuanced, more than the reader might assume. Good job. I would say, though, that it could use some corrections with punctuation, and maybe even some more colorful wording.

For example, you end three lines in a row with the word 'noise'. what if you changed the word each time? like "Noise" "Interference" "Loudness" "Chaos" or even "Agony" just a thought :)