To all the ears listening in this ,
This is me screaming.
Though me head is not in the pillow,
Or my mouth yelling,
This is me screaming.

As pencils scream across pages,
And feelings scream through heads,
This is me screaming.

To all  those listening ears,
Though my words are silent,
And I make no noise,
This is me screaming.

This is me screaming creations
and manifestations of mind,
Screaming creations onto pages and
lines into songs.

This is me screaming, and though it is
silent,
I hope you hear every bit of it.

This is me screaming, begging the ideas to fall onto the page
and come out as they are meant to be.

This is me screaming at the top of
these silent lungs, and waiting for
You to hear.

This is me screaming.