Dancing in Cupboards

"Don't dance darling" my mother said

As I shimmied down the store aisle.

Write when you're ready" they said

As they ripped the pen and paper from my hands. All the energy I put in up until this point. All the sweat, tears, and blood was for them. Yet they take me for granted. I love them all, so I protect them the only way I know how- I push them away. Far. Far away From all my hurt and tears. All my broken cupboards masking my fears and pain. I give them a smile-a laugh-a fake groan Pretending that it's okay, that

I'm

okay. But I'm not I haven't been for a while now. But they, you, don't notice. My silence speaks a thousand words, But my screams speak louder. I scream behind the cupboards.

Are you watching, listening?