Loud

[hawttscottsman]

The loud are the proud
And their words resound
Through the halls and reaching past the clouds
Their words stick around

If you're sad you must be loud
If you're mad you must be loud
Even when you're glad you must be loud
Or your very existence will be swallowed into the crowd

To speak loud is to speak with confidence
If we were all loud it would make a new providence
But in silence we sit
and our actions are swallowed into it
Such is the nature of this dichotomy
The dichotomy of you and me