All these feelings
scream inside of me
Clawing their way out
Ripping through me
and spilling on to the page
Ink black and harsh
Staining the pristine white
and darkening the fibres
Yet my mouth won’t move
my voice as silent as ever
Not speaking
of all these thoughts
That are fighting
for a right to be
To exist and make me
more
different
whole
And I wish
you can read
between the lines
and find me hiding there
waiting for you
to finally see me