I wrote this during our freewrite in creative writing. She told us to write about a noise we found repetitive or annoying. So I wrote this. Enjoy.

Willard

On the T.V, I keep on hearing you.

The cool, suave voice and the silly jokes.

Sometimes you lose composure.

But most of the time you are perfect.

Well, on the outside, I guess.

Nobody really likes you, but they pretend.

It's right; it's the socially acceptable thing to do.

I see right through you.

It isn't too hard. Your actions. Your words.

They contradict, intertwine, and are spoken without reason.

I honestly can't stand you.

Sure, you might be fun to go out with

Or even grill out burgers on a Saturday night.

But if I have to talk to you like I respect you

Then I couldn't.

You won't change me, as much as you try.

You want to change me. You've said it before.

I can't stand it.

She's on the T.V. too. Pretending she understands me, she loooves me.

Her life was easy. Her life was privileged.

Well, I don't care.

You rattle my blood, crease my brow, make me see red.

But in the end, I just can't wait for that day.

The day the stations don't tune in and

I don't have to see your big mug on the screen.

You'll go back to living your life.

I'll go back to living mine.

How dare you think you can tell me what I can and can't do.

How dare you lie to me and everyone else.

How dare you compare yourself to me.

How dare you deceive uneducated people.

How dare you pretend you understand my problems.

I am not like you.

Nor do I want to be.

You are the noise on the T.V. that I keep hearing.

So I shut it off.

And listened to the beautiful sound of silence.