My Screams

My throat muscles Tighten I scream, yet Nothing breaks the sound Barrier that surrounds me No heads turn to face me No passerby is shaken I question the validity Of my unheard cries Am I not allowed? Look at us Soulless drones, Brainwashed clones We walk on this earth Infected with cureless Man made viruses, yet Unaffected we remain Waiting to stamp our Overly used time Cards, and climb on That roach infested Bus destined home Two dimensional smiles Welcome us, cold Hugs and hollow hearts filled With those echoed screams That my muscles tighten To release.