Screaming.

I've been known for my voice, that sometimes can be kind of loud. Too loud on occasions. But I always find it funny how quiet I genuinely am. For as much as I love being in the heart of things, I love sitting in the corner, and watching things happen.

But sometimes I lie.

I'm not as happy as I seem.

I'm continually screaming on the inside of my head. Make it stop! You don't know me! This isn't me! But in reality, no one would be able to handle my real self. I'm to bitter, witty, and sarcastic for my own good.



As I lay down to go to sleep,
Live in my land of dreams,
I'm swallowed,
By the shadows,

They consume me,
Tear me apart,
I scream,
No sound.

They pull,
Push me through hell,
I scream,
No sound.

Save me from this,
I can't do this,
It hurts,
Mommy,
Daddy,
Anyone.

Pinch me.
Wake me up.
My eyes are open,
But it's real.

I scream.
I make no sound.