neruhimana

To them it seems like nothing. Just a casual moment, heard frequently throughout the day. But when I hear those deafening screams of frustration, of true underlying feelings, they pierce me deep, deeper than any other thing possible. I'm screaming and crying on the inside. Like a child who is not getting their way. But even more rage, frustration, and annoyance, only sometimes shown through tears of sorrow, is held inside me, trying to fight its way out. I bite my lip hard, I hold my tongue, not to utter a word, and I wait for the day where courage will over flow in me so I can stand up for myself. But... Even though the words