Seen and Not Heard

I want to scream until my lungs hurt.

But, I have to remain quiet because that is what young girls are expected do.

We’re supposed to be seen and not heard.

All of my life I have been told to be seen and not heard.

My struggles stay inside although my throat has become sore from holding them back.

I fear if I voice my hurt it will all stay the same.

So I remain forever seen and not heard.