All eyes on those who shimmer with dialogue
All eyes on those with tongues aflame,
by their empty words
that block genuine insight.
But my mind is hanging in the shadows,
with silent screams
like a lion in a cage.
It bursts with vivid colors, illuminating me.
If the shy girl from chemistry class is “quiet”
then I am silent
The secret force remains inside of me,
never cared to be heard from.
And so the world goes on.
The Screamers continue to dominate its surface,
searching above for what
treasure lies beneath.