Only a Mother Can Feel Him Cry

It doesn’t make a sound his world is turned around. His heart, it hurts… The mind, fragile with thoughts friends don’t know they see a young man. School of taunting He's overwrought begging for free thought. I feel it, you’re screaming inside Pleading, just make time go by. Bullies don’t hear you they don’t care, they want you to suffer… His cry’s they don’t make a sound Time and time again, his screams for verbal freedom Are bound! It doesn’t make a sound A Poem for “Sounds of a Cry”