The walls are screaming at my silence
Pestering me me me and irritating me me me
Mocking my name,
My name in this tone
I can’t help but scream at this god-forsaken silence--
This silence that speaks so loudly and so calmly at the same time--
How is my mind so incredibly messed up that
My own walls are annoying me and fiddling with my ear-drums
Why does this fake silence encompass my entire body and start a fire under my bottom just to watch my blood boil and
My voice is now so raspy from all the screams that sprang out of my mouth,
Begging my head to stop playing the drums around my brain
Fingers are pulsating,
Pruning up from the heat steaming from my ears and wrapping around my fingertips
But no one can hear my screams.
No one can feel the temperature rising in my room.
But these walls…
laughing at my loud silence.