This poem is about my misophonia, or sensitivity to certain noises. I’ve never particularly understood why specific sounds, such as loud breathing, chewing, smacking, et cetera, bothered me until researching misophonia. Repetitive music with beats that don’t have much rhythm to them make me  feel physically weak, anxious, and sick. Many people, including myself and those close to me always thought I was a little crazy, or perhaps on the spectrum. Those I live with in the foster-system think I have “anger issues” due to the fact that occasionally I will blow up when they play loud, arrhythmic music. There have been times when I feel I am undergoing psychosis, as I will react excessively to mild tapping, or other sounds often in the form of screaming, heightened heart-rate, anxiety, severe-agitation and sometimes even becoming physically aggressive by slamming my fist against my wall. This work is just a way for me to vent my emotions positively.