Your Trash Kid

Dax hears your opinion, loud and clear. The sound of your words ringing in his ears as he stands there, taking in every syllable. Your trash, they say. Your actions speak louder than words, they say. Dax feels a pang of hurt, but also a flicker of defiance. Who are they to judge him? Who are they to determine his worth based on a few misguided choices? He shakes his head, pushing down the rising frustration. They may call him Your Trash, but he knows he is more than that. Your Trash Kid. The words echo in his mind, a cruel taunt that cuts deep. Dax knows he isn't perfect, but he never imagined being labeled as trash. It stings, the realization that others see him in such a negative light. He walks through the crowded hallway, trying to tune out the whispers and snickers around him. His footsteps seem to falter, unsure of where to go next. Your Trash Kid, they call him. But he refuses to let that define him. Bro, you're trash. The words hit Dax like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of his lungs. He stares at the speaker, a former friend turned adversary. The betrayal cuts deep, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. How could someone he once trusted turn on him like this? He feels a surge of anger and frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Bro, you're trash, they say. But Dax knows his worth, even if others refuse to see it. You're Trash. The words hang in the air, a harsh reminder of his mistakes and shortcomings. Dax feels the weight of their judgment pressing down on him, threatening to suffocate him. He looks around at the faces of those around him, seeing the pity and disdain in their eyes. You're Trash, they whisper, casting him aside like yesterday's news. But Dax refuses to crumble under their scrutiny. He stands tall, a defiant glint in his eyes. He may be flawed, but he is not defined by his imperfections. You can play and download these sounds here. The link buzzes in Dax's mind, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Maybe he can turn this negativity into something positive. Maybe he can use these sounds as a reminder that he is stronger than the labels others try to stick on him. With a renewed sense of determination, Dax reaches for his phone, ready to take back control of his narrative. Your trash, they say. But Dax knows he is so much more.