Processing noises and words.

I can hear it all
in my ears
read it all
each word
with my eyes
processing noises
and words
filtering it though the boss
that’s rarely satisfied.

This boss up here
it’s strict
it has demands
I’ve said fuck off several times
and it lets me know
through the pain in my head
making its way through
down to the burning in my toes
that it wont tolerate
my back talk.

I’m reading
I’m listening
I’m scanning the stories
all the faces in the news
all the words gathered
and my brain
it screams
reminding me
that stupidity isn’t rewarding
and being likeable
although affordable
will not be tolerable
because my brain doesn’t agree.

Funny is morbidity
it doesn’t like kittens
and puppies doing tricks
my brain doesn’t laugh
at babbling babies
dancing with a guitar
and it becomes tense
in social situations
in which it’s forced to deny
its atheist attitude
because those words
are everywhere
in the mail
left in piles of clothing
plastered in threads
blasted within socials
and I must smile
because I’ve been told that’s kindness
and my brain wonders
why do they get to speak
and we must remain silent?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina