Screaming Silence.

The roar is deafening. The kind you would hear at a sports arena. It's all the rage and heartache that is building inside me wanting to be let out like a caged animal. I must continue to bury the signs of breakdown, because if I ignore them long enough, they will eventually go away, at least for a little while I suppose. And during those times, the times that I can't hear the roar, It is my solace. I've recently come to believe the screaming is still there, but I've somehow managed to suppress it long enough to convince myself that all is well. Solace comes and goes, I might have a good day, a day that I consider to be good, but really, what is normal anyway? How do you judge who or what is normal, when it seems as though the world as a whole is crazy. And you're just some test project, a rat in a maze. If I could only be who I really am on the inside, then I would consider my life worthy. What I see in the mirror doesn't reflect who I am, but since the image in the mirror is what others see when they look at me, then I'll never get to be who I am. Why can't people get past the outside, why can't I? With everyday that passes, a little bit more of the real me dies. Before long, there won't be anything left. The screams of mercy are falling on deaf ears. I long to just be normal. The voices in my head are screaming silence because there is no one to hear.