I AM Poem

   I am the loud one. I'm also odd and make no sense.

I wonder how music can make you feel like you're invincible no matter what mood you're or what you're going through.

   I hear the sound of toms, snares and kick drums as I fall into a bed of music notes and screams.

I see stage lights and distorted faces through closed eyes. A whole new world. A whole new sound.

   I want an odd future. The oddest of the odd.

I am the loud one. I'm also odd and make no sense.

   I pretend to be a British drummer who's finally made it to the top.

I feel as if no matter what I go through, Vic Firth and Truth are always there.

   I touch the hands of screaming, zombified fans. I touch their souls.

I worry that I won't be good enough to please everyone.

   I cry when angels deserve to die.

I am the loud one. I'm also odd and make no sense.

   I understand that life gets a bit hard, but we all get through it.

I say that if my dreams don't scare me, then they aren't big enough.

   I dream about running away to LA someday to become something more than what I already am.

I try to make it better as I go.

   I hope that one day I'll be on tour along side Walk The Moon, Foals, Imagine Dragons and Two Door Cinema Club.

I am the loud one. I'm also odd and make no sense.

     Thank You, Madison Square! Goodnight!