Silky sound is no more,
None of the noise that I abhor.
This is the moment I waited for,
But why can’t this time I savor?
All day long, I’ve wished for this,
That which my ears can’t possibly miss,
But, alas, the noise in my head
Continues its ruckus as I drift off to bed
Every mistake it starts to list,
“Am I good enough? Was I made for this?”
In dread silence I sit as I miss
Those people who can comfort me best.
Eventually, though, I succumb to twilight,
No more of those doubts of whether I’m bright
Or of whether all of my choices were right,
I just silently drift off through the night.