Tonight I feel like crying but I won’t because soldiers don’t cry and I am a soldier to the very last bone. This is a poem a wrote not too long ago.
Thoughts swirl through my crowded head,
Bouncing off the white padded walls,
Trapped in a self built prison of violence.
Whispers are heard through the yelling inside
The most trivial of words through the confusion,
Until my last option is to scream in silence.
My enemies have procured through emotion
And I have fought battles that most have never known
Living an unknown life, always screaming in silence.
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