Sometimes

Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs and to the razor's edge of the horizon.

I want to be loud and obnoxious. I want to make people notice me.
I want to express my prison and my nature. My freedom and my confusion.
I want to scream it out. Until my voice is hoarse and my eyes are swollen.

I want to yell of the injustices. And the control.

I want to scream of the sadnesses that just seem to waft around the atmosphere, attaching themselves to whatever being happens across it's destructive path.

I want to sing. I want my every word to be melodic and haunting.
in keeping with my emotions.

I don't want to have to hide it. Or cover it. Or shame myself into quiet.
I want to express it. And get it out. And get it over.

I don't want to be alone. But I want to be myself.