How does it feel? Everyone, wherever you go, they look at you, they despise you. You can see the hatred in their eyes. To most you'ré scary, evil, malevolent, but to others you're a monster, a killer. You know you did nothing wrong yet there's nothing you can do to prove it.
You know it, you want to scream it outloud. It's pushing against you're chest and the urge to do it grows stronger by the second. But then again, you'ré life is threatened to keep quiet. When it kills you inside to experience this and still keep silence. You want to scream, you cant.
All you're dreams aren't dreams anymore, they're nightmares. You can't sleep at night without all the lights on. Without waking up at three in the morning afraid you won't wake up.
What's wrong when all you want to do is Speak.
