The piercing cry of the inner voice,
Unheard by lively mass in poise.
None can apprehend my limitless bouts,
Despite my screech, shrieks and shouts.
I survived through extreme emptiness.
I wept through acute loneliness.
Putting a fake smile upon my face,
With myself witnessing my own case.
Reaching this point of satiety,
I no longer can bear this severity.
Every part of me screams out with plea,
Make free! make free! make free!
Trying to overcome my weakness through pretense,
Some more popped in without my conscience.
If ever my voice can percolate through the earth crust
That will surely bring an end to the outburst!