This futile static is deafening.
The mixing of its volatile high and low pitches forces me to cover my ears,
as if it will lull out our incessantly redundant noise.
I frantically turn the knobs,
attempting to reach some kind of comprehension,
but only end up with more stations to fumble through.
This confounding chaos is relentless.
The persistent banter of your ego somehow registers my own problems invalid.
I frenziedly try to ignore you as you press every one of my buttons.
Prying my mouth wide shut, with eyes wide open,
I am left helpless and hopeless as I watch you neglectfully mute me.
I just don’t get it.
With so many tones between us
and so much static left to decipher,
why couldn’t you tune your belligerent frequency for once
and just HEAR me?
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