I am screaming.

I am screaming.

My words clog my throat like a rag.

Stuffed in violently,

So as not to come out,

But simply be

There

A muffled outcry.

But there are always voices louder

Than mine 

"What a quiet girl she is."

How loud I am inside my head. 

My ideas,

The truth. 

They only see burrowed brows-

A smirk. 

Silence. 

I am more than a broody expression. 

I am choking on ideas that will never be heard. 

For I scream in a language foreign to all ears. 

Stuck in a culture of isolation and selfishness.

There is no hope to show the beauty of my suffocation. 

I am  screaming. 

Hear me.