For what I am

I am silent

Blasting my ears off to a rhythm unkown by others

For what I am

I am shy

Only thing that speaks is the song inside my head

A tune not heard by others

A song so loud that only I can hear as the notes bleed out my ears

The guitar rifts and thumping of drum beats

The fast paced fingers of a tired bassist

And lastly, the strained screaming voice of a singer as his thoughts of the world is drained into the microphone

That is me

Though, I am an unconfident child

I am the song waiting to explode from the headphones to the speakers

For who I am

For what I stand for

I am the singer

And noting in the world can stop my voice