Thoughts swirl through my crowded head,
Bouncing off the white padded walls,
Trapped in a self built prison of violence.
Whispers are heard through the yelling inside;
The most trivial of words through the confusion,
Until my last option is to scream in silence.
My enemies have procured through emotion
And I have fought battles that most have never known,
Living an unknown life, always screaming in silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem