Though hands are shaking
Grip is loosening
It couldn't be seen.
Though heart is thumping
A little too fast
It couldn't be heard.
The chattering don't stop
Drum beating don't drop
I play a song
On my phone
In vain
The wish to distract
From the anxious mind
That gets worse
Every wave of the sound.
The drummer
Isn't actually is
Deaf to my plea
To drop
The drumsticks
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom
Boom!
Though it hurts
There's naught a tear
Just a raw throat
From the vain
Of the plea
To please listen.
So I ran
Hid at the center
Of the room
Where they are
Too loud for me
To hear
Dropped the jovial mask
On my hands
Though it still covers
Just enough parts
To snicker
"I am fine".
-JovialMask2023
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