The Sound of Silence

 Every day I step out in the crowd,

Trying to blend with the chaos around me,

Going with the flow as they would expect, silent;

Being what they'd want me to be.

Like a herd of cattle we move through the day, blindly;

Overpowered by our very like.

But holding back cries of pain,

Silence is what I choose.

As the Sun goes down, and Sounds grow numb,

And the storm of people calmly subsides,

I find an escape in my little cell of freedom-

Breaking the silence for once,

I paint the walls with my unspoken words...

When through the numbness of the silent night,

I hear a little knock on my door.

"Silence, is that you, my old friend?"