Untitled Poem (as of now): November Day 2

Hi, so I have a bunch of poems I quickly wrote while participating in a poetry challenge on Habitica. 

All of them are untitled as of now. Coming up with titles is difficult, okay? 

So anyway, this is my poem for day 2 of November. 

True story! ;) 

*sighs* ~~

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Driving to the store, she's in the passenger's seat.

I turn the dial–

the audio is blaring.

Feeling overwhelmed, feeling frustrated,

take me away from here.

Senses are in overload;

irritability returns to me and sits on my tongue.

Oh, would you please just—

Shut. Up.

Repetition, repetition, repetition.

She repeats herself over and over.

I get it! I heard you the first time!

"Shut up."

I don't think much of it; it's only a bad habit.

I want to break it,

but I say it on instinct.

Saying it feels natural;

my irritability phantom followed me for years.

I shove it away, but it returns each time.

She stops. I feel relieved.

She looks hurt. I hurt her.

Guilt joins irritability—

suffocate me.

This silence doesn't fit.

The music is louder than ever.

I drown in it.

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That’s all for now. Take care of yourselves! <3 

~ Shan