In me

Within my soul, a thunderous sound,
A cacophony of thoughts abound,
A tempest raging, a symphony unbound,
Yet to the world, a silent hum resounds.

This inner voice, a restless sea,
Crashing waves of intensity,
Echoing emotions, so wild and free,
But outwardly, a tranquil melody.

Beneath the surface, a furnace burns,
Fueled by passions that endlessly churn,
A volcano of feelings that constantly yearns,
While on the surface, a gentle tune turns.

This silent hum, a mask so thin,
Concealing the storm that rages within,
A constant battle, a never-ending din,
Yet my outer calm, a siren’s hymn.

Oh, how I long to let it all out,
To unleash the noise, to end the doubt,
But this silent hum, a prison without,
Trapping the roar that longs to shout.