A Fire Within

Voices

So many words in my head.
Screams.
Cries.
They want me say something,
Wait... Do they?
What is that you may ask?
Many things that have been kept, buried.
Buried so deep digging them out would take forever.
Forever is how long it feels to have kept them.
But wait, are you digging?
Are you ready to make everything stay bare.
Bare for all to see.
For all to ridicule, to laugh, to cry, to victimize.
Wait... Victimize?
No, why would anyone?
But why wouldn't anyone?
Who cares, I ask?
Who cares of any reaction?
Who cares if it's all bad?
I do. I care. I care because I am human.
I care because I'm tired.
I care because of all the buried hurt.
The buried violation, A violation I would rather keep buried.
Buried so deep it sees no light.
A light I have built for so long it does not need that kind of darkness.
I am okay.
Yes, I am okay and I am not.
I need to re-burry this.
It is my burden to carry.
They say be strong. But why?
These voices better still down.
I am not digging.
Throw away your tools.
Not today.