You're anything but quite.
Leading a rampage in my head,
You're an unwavering agitation.
A den of unwanted questions,
Also an abode of utopian answers.
You're, the loudest conversation there is.
Tearing, tying, twisting,
And playing with what's left of me.
You're, my emotions' claustrophobia.
Why are you called silence?
When you're anything but quiet.
You smothering noisy predator.