Out Loud

February 10, 2015

I hear sad tones going forth among all voices,

I read stories wrinkled between grimaces,

I see determined gazes residing in eyes crumbling from

uncertainty,

But I don’t feel anymore...

I don’t know how. Just like how I was a kid five seconds

ago before I blinked.

My life has become monologic, I speak silence, I

blame the past, I wish the future, I curse luck, I bless

illusions, I smile sadness and I get mad at happiness

for being late...

And they still think they understand me, but if they

understood why that tear incised its way through my

cheek they would probably cut my head off to stop the

pain, but I already did that myself, I cried a rain. So I

choose to remain silent. After all,

if they can’t stand it how would they stand

me when I go out loud.

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