My stories, my pain locked inside,
suffocating me, aching to burst out.
My happiness, my opinions dying to be shared.
My laughter longing to fly out like a bird,
My tears struggling to flow out like a waterfall.

The world goes on, ignoring me.
I'm one insignificant stack of tales,
unheard, unread.
The dust of my fears, the debri of my doubt layering over me,...