the screams don't come out anymore.
why would they?
to fall on deaf ears
to be heard by uncaring
self centered people
who live in a perfect world.
or rather a world they make perfect
by forcing their perfection
their ideas
their beliefs
their opinions
their ways
on every one and every thing.
the screaming stopped
when my throat ached
bled
from screaming inside my head.
voicing myself
my hurt
my joy
my cares
my lack thereof
my ever increasing pain
stopped
when i got sick of my voice
falling on ears that refused to listen
because in their own minds
they are always right.
i am always wrong.
living stopped
when i figured out
that this isn't living;
it's existing.
e. e. cummings was one of my favorites. This isn't his.
