heat wave

You say "tone it down", "you do too much"

You know my warmth is there -

Did you forget you too can be hot?

You see my voice as a burning flame.

I guess my light is a gas, taking up space.

I must've forgotten to fold myself

To fit in this idiotic place.

You mistake my waves as a lot,

Mistake my sound as a zero,

My voice as useless noise.

Maybe you can sit down in a muted room, 

Enjoy your coldness, enjoy the silence that is to bloom.

Let me keep my volume, let me keep my joy