I sit awake at night
With my mind screaming No
My heart, the fool that it is, listens
So I stare at my ceiling
Waiting for SOMETHING to happen
Realizing only then
That the scream that had been in my head
Has now passed down to my lips
Where it waits to slip into the world
But I keep my mouth firmly shut
Unlike I am able to do with my mind
I still don't know what I want to yell for
Maybe because I so desperately want my voice to be heard
Or maybe because of one of the thousand other reasons I can't remember because I'm too tired to think at this moment