POEM: I Get Loud

I Get Loud, sometimes,
Bubbling, Boisterous, Oblivious,
then I am brought to my attention.

an alien peace force takes over,
slumping my shoulders,
un-crinkling my eyes and relaxing

my lips until they barely
curve at the tips.
and I am acceptable.

keep my head down,
focus on the tasks at hands.
lose track. Until.

I Forget
To Keep My Soul Behind

Closed Curtains. I Fling Them Open,

I Get Loud.

© Crystal Charee— Original Work