Screams

There are screams I bear witness to,

As I lay awake in my bed.

Perhaps the cries of sad and melancholic people,

Resonating throughout my head.

Perhaps it's a young and ignorant boy,

Disappointing his family and everyone around.

Screaming at the top of his lungs,

For his failure is all they would point out.

Perhaps it's an innocent child

Too naive to understand impracticability.

Screaming wistfully as he was told,

All his dreams were shackles on reality.

May be it's a delusional girl

Her faith in this world almost shattered.

Screaming aloud despite being told

That her voice never really mattered.

As I woke up in the middle of the night,

Thinking of the screams and who it could be.

I lost my mind once I realised,

That the one screaming had always been me.