The Cacophony Within

I ponder why my soul is thus, Why must I scream to be heard, Why do I feel remorseful after speaking, Why does home not feel like home despite their words? My parents declare their love for me, Yet I still believe I'm the issue, Why do my siblings think only I'm causing them discomfort, Why do I still feel embarrassed after expressing myself? It's not because my expression is peculiar, It's not because my words are rough, It's because I feel like no one will comprehend me, So I shout to make myself heard. I wish I could sew my lips shut, So that no words would escape, I wish I could handle it better, Without being overwhelmed by the situation. I wish I could flee far away, And live in peace without any disturbance.