Barbarian

I can hear you shouting over there,
You think no one hears you
I do
I've watched you for years
Beating your kettle drum
Don't be ashamed
We all break our instruments
It's the passion,
The want for perception
That orchestrates our destruction
Our magnificent mess
Don't sweep it under the sheets
Don't hide it behind the curtains
Profess the very shout you eject
Make them hear you,
Just like I do