By Hannah Yale
I went out and told the
Sunday-night-partiers
to be quiet because
it’s one a.m. and I’m trying to sleep!
but actually
it’s one a.m. and I’m still awake
and all the songs I want to
scream along to in the car
are playing through my head
all at once
and I’m tired of being treated
like I’m not enough
because I am
so
much
bigger
than any of these losers
will ever know
White Noise Zine 