There is no scream that can tell of the
storm inside,
of the torent of turmoil that comes along for
the ride,
hitchiking on the back of a blank compliant face,
that listens and nods in just the right place.

But mine is the loudest,
and to them so is theirs,
for we all hide the need to let the world know,
don`t ignore me or override me.
for you are not the only right

There is no sream,that could not go unnoticed.