Turning It Up Tuning It Out Poem by Wensday Wood

I turn it up
I don't wanna
Hear this lecture

I tune it out
It doesn't matter to
Me what you say

I turn it up
The music seperates
Your voice from me

I tune it out
You said this before
Think of something new

I turn it up
You don't see that
I really hate you?

I tune it out
I think of my
Plans to get out

I turn it up
I walking away and
Still you talk on

I tune it out
Your no longer heard
And out of me

I turn it up
You chase after me
But I keep walking

I tune it out
You finally see the
True feeings I feel

I turn it up
You cry shamelessly
On the cold floor

I tune it out
I walk away forever
Not caring if I
Ever see you again