From that deep place the screams echo.
How is it that no one hears the sound?
My face a mask of blank and calm
I close my eyes and the screams surround.
Fearing discovery, I open my eyes
The screams draw back to a muffled ring,
Constantly sounding in my mind
Without hope of any peace to bring.
My ever-present and unchanging companion,
Now the screams are always there,
Lurking behind my indifferent mask,
Waiting for release to the air.
If ever they escape the barrier I created,
I'm afraid they would never end.
So I keep them tightly under my control
And weaknesses I quickly mend.
In that deep place the screams go on
Threatening always to overtake me,
Drowning out my other thoughts,
Promising to never let me be...
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