Voice

Pain hidden in angry screams and bloody knuckles 
Sadness hidden through empty smiles and polite conversation  
Happiness masked by constant movement and nervous laughter 
Depression is thrown over me like a wet blanket 
Heavy and uncomfortable 
Listening to the screams would help you understand
But you won't listen 
Looking closely at the smiles would help show you the sadness
But you won't look 
Paying attention to the way I fidget would help you notice
But you won't pay attention
It's not your job to fix those things but it is your job to protect me from myself when I no longer can 
The only problem is that you're in my head 
I hear you 
I feel your presence
But I can't see you 
I wish you would come out of hiding 
But you won't 
You're too stubborn 
I try to listen to you but it's hard when all you do is yell
Maybe if you showed yourself I could listen better but I know that doesn't interest you
I'll try to listen better