screaming on the inside

In the silence of the night,  
when the world is still and dreaming,  
I cradle my sorrows,  
a heavy weight wrapped tight,  
in the shadows of my room.  
Tears spill like fragile glass,  
each drop a whisper of pain,  
as I silently weep,  
clutching my heart like a secret.  

Morning light breaks the darkness,  
and I mirror the sun’s bright facade,  
masking the ache etched deep inside,  
painting a smile upon my lips,  
while inside, a storm rages on.  
Words stumble on the edge of my tongue,  
but they are ghosts,  
haunting the spaces where I long to speak,  
to share the burden, the weight of my heart.  

I watch my friends as they laugh,  
their joy crashing like waves against my shore,  
and wonder if they glimpse the shadows,  
that flicker behind my eyes,  
if they sense the quiet war I fight  
in this prison of unshared thoughts.  
To speak is to shatter,  
each utterance a splintered shard,  
bringing tears that fall like rain,  
flooding the mask I’ve so carefully crafted.  

So I remain entwined in silence,  
breathing in the ache,  
finding solace in the solitude of despair,  
as I gather my fragmented feelings,  
a tapestry woven from threads of sorrow.  
In the dark, I find my company,  
but the light breaks through, relentless,  
and I cannot bear to face its gaze,  
the truth that glimmers, stark and bare.  

Day fades to dusk,  
and again I cradle my heart,  
knowing that a storm in silence  
can drown the loudest cries,  
while the world flows on, indifferent.  
With each sunset, a heavier weight,  
the unshed tears pooled in my heart,  
and as the night comes,  
I feel the emptiness widen,  
a chasm I can never cross.  

And in that space, I accept my fate—  
to carry these burdens alone,  
forever bound by unspoken words,  
where the only echoes are my own,  
a sad song of a heart that cannot share,  
tethered to the solitude,  
as the world turns,  
and I remain unseen.