Places No One Knows

I know I’m screaming.
- But I can’t hear my voice.
I know I’m saying something.
-but no one seems to understand.

I can feel them all
glaring at me.
-Even they know
what I’ve done.

It reminds me,
with its whispers
the reason why I
always was behind the crowd.

And I can’t control the emotion
that’s spinning inside of me
and racing through my veins.

I want to let it all out.
I want to let them explore,
see what’s beyond.

But maybe I’m just meant
to stay at places no one knows.