Story to be Told
Quiet yet also loud
I don't speak yet i want to be heard
My head throbs from the screaming in my head
How?
How can I get them to hear me?
How can I show my feelings and thoughts?
I pick up a pencil and lines form
They become figures
Beings of a different world who's stories need to be told
My fantasies become reality and the screaming in my head stops
The rest is a sweat silence.
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