Quiet

I remember being a teenager and thinking that I was the only one screaming on the inside.
Why is no one afraid?
Why does no one else see?
Why is the darkness apparent to me?
I silenced my screams to seem brave.

Now that I am older, I realize I'm not the only one.
Some are screaming out loud.
Some are screaming on the inside, too.
And those with the inside screams, like me, are just as good at acting brave
When we should be screaming out loud.

And so we scream alone.