shouting
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When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging for an escape
But I wouldn't
So many people
Are shouting at me
I go to work
To get shouted at
I go home
To get shouted at
The voices in my
Head shout at me
Where can I escape this
Constant shouting
It's funny how stuff works out,
No matter how loud I shout,
You can't hear.
It's funny how shrill I cry,
Funny how much I try
To disappear.
But it's the holiday season, so what is my reason to die?
i wonder to this day -
was it a power thing?
'cause that's sure how it felt
sitting small in my chair
trying to curl in on myself
hoping to dissolve into nothingness
like the salt in my tears
