Though it is quiet

this screaming sentiment.

If only the world might hear,

the churning words inside,

wanting to be released

wishing to be heard.

When does the sound

become so inaudible

to keep the mind

so scrambled in pain.

How does a person

filled with passion

become a listened to

member of society.

We are a friendly lot,

so caught up in mores

we tend to forget

about ourselves,

instead striving to become

something we were

never meant to be.