to be silent

thoughts bounce off the inside of my skull 
pushing and shoving 
yearning to be free of my tiny mind 
the mind that's contained them for many weeks 
letting them sit and soak in their oun meaning 
until it's hard to tell them apart 
questions beat relentlessly against my tongue
wanting to be asked
but I'm too afraid to ask them 
I'm too afraid of what I'll hear 
sharp remarks bite my teeth back when I quiet them 
wanting to hurt the person who jeers and makes fun of my mess ups
my mistakes 
of all the times I've let those cutting words out 
my mind and mouth ache from keeping silent
my heart aches
from the overwheming abudance of indfrence that sournds me
my spirt aches from being stifled for so long 
for so long I've gone silent, speechless
and I'm sick of it.