I Just Want to Scream

I used to think that it was pointless because no one could hear me. That the glass walls we live behind absorbed the sound with an indifferent malevolence.

Then i believed that screams are heard but ignored. Just noise lost in a background of screams.

Everyone has their voice. Some sing their songs of life. Some recite poems of love. Some cry in pain.

Some quietly whimper and wait for the monsters to pass by.

Some voices are silent from screaming. Voices worn raw.