Too Much To Bare Poem by Rose Stern

The shouting,
The quiet after,
The silence for days,
The quiet converstaions, about 'normal things'
I'm gonna be gone for a week,
Starting tomorrow,
But I don't know if,
Anyone will really miss me.
It's just too much to bare,
Sometimes,
I stare at the ceiling,
And just think to myself in the dark.
I don't really sleep too much,
It's too loud during the day,
Can't hear my thoughts,
Too loud.
But in the quiet of the night,
That's when I finally feel safe.

- r.s