Inside

Screaming inside;
There’s no one who hears.
Aching inside,
For too many years.

Frustration, inside;
There’s no one who sees.
Desperation, inside,
The frantic disease.

Inside, all inside;
Appearing unstirred.
Untroubled, outside;
The tempest unheard.

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