They are so loud they echo in my dreams.
Yet no one hears my screams.
When tears roll down my cheeks,
All they see is rivers of Joy.
I walk down this dark path, miles after miles.
They don’t see the fear, they only see smiles.
Years after years I scream,
But they only echo in my dream.
If only they can see what I feel,
When I say I’m fine.
The emptiness, feelings of sadness,
Depression covered by fake happiness.
A suffocating black mist,
A switch of personality.
Gulping down glasses,
The intoxication takes away the sorrow.
But holding on to this
Is like holding water in my palm,
It either disappears through the finger
Or dries up in my palm.
Until someone understands that behind my smile is a pain eating up,
I will keep screaming, I will never stop.
If they can’t hear my voice, then I will scream with my pen,
It’s still silent, but maybe it will draw me out of this dark den.
