Feel too much. Express too little. Outside I shush. Inside I scream. Begging to be heard. Anger is amplified. Hatred is humming. Danger is dampened. Compassion is compressed. Scurried feelings screams my stereo. A hushed confession of love. An unwillingness to say " please, don't go. " But my soul's subwoofer senses no pride, nor fear. For my singing speaker. Screams my truth.