Poezja

I want to yell
Louder than a bell
Rang by a male
Or a slave on sale
I want to rip off this shell
And free my cells
From this hell
If only to tell,
You, that I fell,
And am in love:
But instead...
Like a rite
My feelings I write
Yes, you heard me right
On paper like a playwright
All because am numbed
Beside you I am stupefied
To use my mouth