i am full of suppressed agony
so many screams inside
that if let out,
would scratch & tear my throat,
until it's bleeding and raw
& i can't scream no morewhatever i do, is not enough for you
i perform & i mould
i'm meek & i shriek
i want to just be -
and i want that to be
enough for you
to choose me
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.