A sky of steely grey, edged with black,
The scattering of diamond stars don't shine through it's curtain,
As it closes in around me.
I sit silent, hiding in some forgotten corner,
Notebook in hand, blank pages staring at me in quiet accusation.
I am so very quiet, though I want to suddenly throw a fit.
To tear down the walls,
To scream and cry,
To rip at my own wrists with a sharp-edged-something.
But instead I remain locked inside my own mind,
No noise, just listless boredom.
No riot, just silent protest.
A stand against my own emotions.