Scream
I don't want to speak.
Not of sweet nothings
Not of love
Not of happiness.
I want to scream.
I want to be heard
I want to scream of pain, hate, grief.
Of things shunned away, pushed away, thrown away.
But
No one would care.
I would be pushed aside
like any unwanted thing.
So
I scream.
Long and loud.
No one cares.
But still
I scream.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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