To be heard

To be seen

The voice inside me screams

A shriek, followed with a smirk

It is but me

What I want 

Stop sitting in my throat

I want the words to flow

Like a scream emerging from my lips

Yet, I swallow them down

Scared of what they may bring

Do I run?

Do I hide?

Do I speak my mind

If something comes out,

nothing good will follow

Except a small ounce of relief

Followed by loneliness