Muffled Silence

My emotions—

like singing with your mouth closed,

waiting to be let out.

Something which is muffled but controls the tempo of my life.

Hearing the faint hums of anguish.

Trapped behind my closed lips.

Vaguely letting out hints of pain,

hidden behind the percussion of laughter.

Whenever I try to talk about it , it's as if my mouth is glued shut,

having no control over the words that won’t come out.

As if it is trapped behind the bars of music that plays over my words.

Rarely given a chance at my own cadenza dictated by the feelings trapped inside.

Finally I let all of my emotions out at once like a cannon,

until finally I repeat this cycle once again.