Silently Haunted

The uncertainty is haunting her
She awakes to start the day
Rolls her eyes, twists and turns
As she shrugs her thoughts away

Thoughts that are all too rational
Coherent and blood-chillingly true
Voice of reason, be stifled, be still
This mind wasn't meant to be used

The facade grows thicker each day
When she pretends and paints on her smiles
Harder to drown out the voices that raise
Questioning why she runs the wrong way for miles

She doesn't have time
No time to care, please!
Stop the riddles and rhymes
As she breaks and falls to her knees

She feels so worthless
Only good for a laugh
A distressed little mess
That's not quite up to the task

Of living this life
And living it well
Have standards, have pride
Stand up for herself

So, for the love of life, scream if it helps
Scream from the depths of her soul
To hear and be heard, to feel and be felt
Silent is not how one should intent to grow old