Maybe if you would’ve spoken up
said anything at all
it wouldn’t have been like this.
Pulling yourself out with the invisible rope
you created in your mind.
It was never strong enough to support your weight
and the weight of everything
you carry on your shoulders.
Silent,
just like you.
Your act of being trapped in that box
wasn’t even an act
and maybe you missed the eyes looking in
while you were trying to find your way out.
Mimic those around you,
you’re everyone but yourself.
Who’s left
when the applause stops
and the face paint is gone
or what made you decide to put it on
in the first place?
Who are you when no one’s around?
Scream me something silent.
Sing me a song with no sound.