I just want to scream,
Very loudly too.
Enough to shake walls,
Rattle windows and
Break small glass trinkets.
I am quite fragile.
This is my quirk of fate.
My fragility makes me
Wanna scream,
Maybe to frighten the souls of others;
Maybe to quake the very fiber of your being;
Maybe just to hear my voice,
Because my fragility keeps me silent,
And even I forget
What I sound like.