It's Too Loud In Here Poem by RHODVICK LUSENO

It's too loud in here,
and I don't mean the room.
I mean the thoughts.
The ones that echo,
collide,
overlap like thunder.
I replay moments
I never got closure from.
Conversations that happened,
and those that never will.
I rehearse my responses
to battles I already walked away from.
Every second thought has a shadow.
Every breath feels like a question.
I smile like I'm fine,
laugh like I'm present
but inside I'm dodging noise
like bullets in a war I never enlisted for.
And yet, I keep showing up.
Every day.
Every hour.
I show up.
Even when the volume inside
drowns out everything else.