The tears I weep

are always wept in silence.

I could scream -

a cry that would

shatter against the walls;

but there is no one to respond,

so I stay mute;

subdued.

I am so often alone.

I look for things

to busy myself with;

they pass the time.

Days morph into weeks,

months, years,

ever changing

outside my shell,

yet remaining the same

inside.

© Ellie Maziekien

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