Quietly

If she sits still
No one can see her
No one can hear her
yet she can observe
She knows what is going on
yet strangely not a part of it
She has no voice
not one that will be listened to
So she sits there saying nothing
One day it is all too much
She screams from the pit of her being
Now they see her
as they turn to her
and ask her to not make a fuss

Shinemyrtle