Existing

I want to scream, to be loud and shout.

I want to cause a rucus and a hullabaloo.

No can do, I was raised to hold it all back.

I want to cry, to weep and moan.

I want to rip my clothes and wail for all that has been lost.

But no, I want no attention drawn to myself.

So all that is in my head, will stay in my head.

I will exist in Silence.