Always There Is Noise

I fill my life with noise
And I never really stopped to think why
And when I do actually think
I do it with the noise still going around me

I am an angry man
I am scared
I am naive and stubborn
And lazy
I never try to think about how others feel
And even in this I only write about myself

But with all the noise, I can pretend I am like him
And I can look down and pretend to understand
All while my ears and eyes and nose and bones are just filled with it all
And I can pretend I am not myself