Bright Lights

You say I 

mumble.

You say I speak in

candlelight rather than 

bonfires, that my 

voice needs to 

burn just a little 

brighter if I ever want people to 

see it 

glow,

you say I´m

embers

when I should be an 

inferno.

But maybe I don´t want to be

seen, 

maybe my eyes are always

burning, 

maybe my chest is always

burning, 

maybe I already feel like I´m on

fire and the 

last thing I want to do is open my mouth because

maybe keeping it all behind my

teeth is the only way to keep it

contained;

maybe I don´t want my voice to be

raging because the

crackling of the

flames in my

head are

constant and 

incessant and 

absolutely deafening, 

I think my head could combust, and

maybe that would be

fine with me because

maybe all I want is 

silence.

You say I mumble because I´m 

shy; really, I just 

can´t take another

sound, my head is already

pounding, my heart is 

pounding, my eardrums won´t stop

pounding, I wish it would all just 

stop, please just

stop

saying I 

mumble.

I know.