This poem talks about the internal screaming many people suffering from depression, and other illnesses, go through most every day. While they seem at peace and perfectly calm on the outside, there is the pain, suffering, and noise inside the person's head. However, not all people have the internal noise, many people have complete silence. This is a second form of depression, and not one I know much about. I suffer from 'angry depression' which is what the poem follows, and I often find myself cursing, in my mind, to not only fellow students, but also teachers and friends and other innocent people that did nothing to anger me except exist.
I wrote this poem in Home Economics today, looking out the window and wishing my teacher would let us do something productive. I'm not having a very good week so far. Might just be the holiday mode starting up early. Who knows.
Critiques are welcome, and a nice little comment telling me you've read it would be much appreciated. ^_^