Sometimes I wonder,
to whom I'm telling all of this..
why am I writing.
It doesn't make a difference to anyone at all
what I write
what someone is going through in their life.
Nobody gives a shit
if my words don't come out right,
if I write under my real name
or a pseudonym of my choice.
It's like I'm screaming to a crowd.
Hoping that some random passerby will stop
and actually listen and understand..
that the voice going into their ears,
isn't just a sound
it contains words
and they're meaningful
I've been damaging my throat
Screaming every single day,
hoping that maybe everyone
or at least someone is listening...
maybe they're just busy telling their own story
to reciprocate or respond to mine.
But I've been standing
in the sun, the rain, the fog..
and I'm tired now..
and I wish to stop...
But thenI wonder
what will happen if I stop screaming?