Scream

There is a scream in me,
Begging to be let out,
Asking silly questions, like
“Is this all life’s about?”

The same thing, every day,
Acting like it’s all okay?
I say it doesn’t matter anyway;
But I’m a tourist of insanity.

Is it a scream in me?
Or a howl, or a shout?
It changes faces every day,
So that I can’t figure it out.

Guess I can call it what I will;
It’s still an awful bitter pill.
But I’ll swallow it still,
Sparing others my profanity.

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