That One Emo Phase by Iris Anderson

In silence I scream, too scared to reach out,

I clench my fist as I see others go by, those who can speak to others with ease,

I hide away in corners as my friends try to get me to speak,

I cry alone, hiding my tears,

I put on my mask and laugh all my sweet, yet lonely, relief away,

I am not scared of them I am scared of me.

I giggle about dumb things,

I sigh in the dull oblivion that others have brought me to,

Even though it is torment to be all alone,

It is easier than speaking into the bland world others embrace,

I shriek into the black hole, that is made by other’s voices talking over me,

How do I escape?