My Screams
My throat muscles
Tighten I scream, yet
Nothing breaks the sound
Barrier that surrounds me
No heads turn to face me
No passerby is shaken
I question the validity
Of my unheard cries
Am I not allowed?
Look at us
Soulless drones,
Brainwashed clones
We walk on this earth
Infected with cureless
Man made viruses, yet
Unaffected we remain
Waiting to stamp our
Overly used time
Cards, and climb on
That roach infested
Bus destined home
Two dimensional smiles
Welcome us, cold
Hugs and hollow hearts filled
With those echoed screams
That my muscles tighten
To release.
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