Screaming out in silence as this way of life--
Just above existing--
Begins closing in around me.
Conforming to someone else's rules,
doing nothing more than I am told,
Eats away at my soul and I struggle to break free.
Feelings I can't express, people I shouldn't see--
Who's in charge here, anyway?
Isn't this my life?
Can't I make mistakes, claim them as my own
and go on from there, picking up the pieces of my dreams?
There must be more to life than silent screams.
© 1982 TDD