musesurge-8

[musesurge-8]

Caveat of Hushed Screams

The voices in my head are growing louder day by day, Paranoia is eating me alive, In an empty house, I hear whispers, All of them aiming to demean and tyrannize.

The work I do, the struggles I take on, Everything flushes down the drain, Just a single mistake that doesn't even matter Penalizes me and drives me insane.

Sometimes, even when I'm not at fault, I'm proclaimed a sinner Who has destroyed everyone, Someone else's careless deed is also me who gets pinned upon.

The fear of being caught, Even when I'm doing nothing wrong, Makes me edgy and angsty, Compelled to look out for shadows lurking around.

No one's listening, No one cares, The ones who do, I'm forbidden to see them again.

The hushed screams are growing louder, Taking forms of 'attacks' in a way, Blind bystanders watching as The lonely dolphin slowly fades away.

Everybody finds an escape for a while Some paint, some dance, some bake. I would just blink for a bit, hoping the worries would wash away, But now, even in dreams, the whispers jolt me awake.

I find myself coveting to be gutsy like Rapunzel, Break out of this hellish tower and get lost in the woods outside, Because even the 20s couldn't kill The yearn for a guilt-free youth of the kid inside.

Still confiding in the power above, Begging the universe to bless upon, But dare I say, the verge is at hand, And it's sharp enough to slit the cordiality out.

The horn has been blown, red flag has been waved, Make haste winding up the charade, Or behold unleashing the brute, And caught up being slayed.

-by Jana