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I wake up swinging, meet the day with open arms
You pull the blinds down, build a fortress in your head
I hum a tune that bounces off the kitchen tiles
You wear your silence like a coat pulled over your skin
I call my friends, make the room ring with my laugh
You press napkins at the table into squares
I step outside and let the city eat my noise
You stay in bed and read the hours on your pulse
I'm loud in traffic, windows down, radio up
You trace every crack in the plaster
You fold yourself smaller than the room allows
I throw the doors wide; you shrink inside your room
I need a bigger room for the roar inside my chest
You wish the walls would hold you tighter than they do
But I keep growing, you keep imploding
One of us is gonna crack the frame wide
You fold in deeper
I take the room and make it spin
We were never built to fit the mold
Your private war is something I can't win
I am the music
You are the silence that feeds on every note
I crank it till the walls all complain
Your quiet eats louder than any shout
I explode
At first we moved in matching shapes
My every stride was a drum, your breath a bell
Your hands were quiet but they always kept the beat
Now I'm a marching band and you're a held-back breath
I want the front door open, you want it shut
I call it growing up, you call it wearing thin
I keep making noise to prove there's someone still inside
You keep compressing till you're barely in the frame
I pour my rhythm into every open gap
You pour your focus deeper into one small thought
One of us is weather, one of us is solid ground
But we're both trembling at some shared unspoken sound
I need a larger sky to hold all the noise I make
You need a thimble just to hold one small quiet breath
I burst the riverbanks; you dam the tide
One of us has to stop this ride for good
You fold in deeper
I take the room and make it spin
I knock on walls but you don't let me in
You save your shouting for the space within
You swallow your sound
And forge it into silence that gnaws your calm
Your fire burns inward without a flame
The louder I get, the smaller you become
You go still
