My mind SCREAMS
A banshee, begging me to turn away.
To utter one syllable,
one word,
two letters
Something so
Simple, and yet so,
So difficult.
A paradox born of struggle.
Born of the overbearing, overwhelming, overpowering need
to over sympathise the simple need
to be
kind.
I beg myself to say it
to yell it
to howl, shout, wail, shriek, screech, squeal, cry,
scream it.
From the top of my lungs, the bottom of my
Heart, the end of my tether.
I WANT to say 'NO'.
To mean it
To end the reign of forced smiles, fake happiness.
I beg myself to be selfish,
Just this once.
But I can't.
Instead, I find myself picking up the strings,
tying them to my arms,
to my legs,
forking over my control
like a puppet to its master.
Readily uttering the one word,
One syllable,
Three letters.
"Yes".
I smile,
The force of 1000 forced yesses,
1000 forced smiles and nods
Shining in my eyes
And yet
Whilst I silently scream my devastations,
Wail my anger,
Waiting for the emotions to burst forth,
Volcanic,
I notice them slipping away,
Through the cracks in my walls,
Dripping into a bucket,
Emptied into a garden.
Gone.
Like grasping a stick of butter,
I try to collect the last few drops,
But I can't.
Can't seem to grasp the turmoil that briefly awakened inside of me
No matter how hard I try.
Once again,
The moment of rebellion,
Is gone.
Perhaps, this time, forever.
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Short Stories, Poems and Concepts
PoezieHi there! Thanks for taking the time to check out my book - or in other words the concepts, beginnings, middles, and maybe even ends of a whole bunch of different ones! This is also a collection of poems written by yours truly. Some of them are sh...
