Inside me
is a screaming girl
shouting I should
talk a little more.

Even though
the girl is more often
present now, she still,
when I talk to some people,
does not find
the connection to
my mouth.

And when she is gone
I become this monster,
so insecure
and
desperately reaching
for her voice.

Lately I have been reaching
too often, because
I haven’t been talking
to you at all,
I have only been screaming
pathetically
in silence.