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I go through those moods where all I want to do is just scream. Scream out so that someone will hear me. Anyone. But everytime I do, no one seems to care. They don't seem to look up. My heart's racing. All I want to do now is just stand in the middle of the street and scream. Scream until my lungs give out. Till my throat hurts so bad that I can barely talk. When it's all said and done, I'll be broken. But only on the inside. I won't let anyone in to see the real me. On the outside, they see a happy-go-lucky girl. But it's the inside that's the scary part. So maybe I'll just scream until someone hears me.
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