Glass Choir

On cue,
The ear-splitting noise
Begins.
Crash!
Smash!
Shatter!
My once silent room is
Filled to the brim with resounding
Screams—just like
My head.
Voices inside claw at
Gray matter, begging
To be let out.
But my lips are
White,
Pressed tight,
Allowing nothing to escape
Tonight.

The choir outside
My door sings with a voice of
Tinkling glass, doing
All the talking.
Only no one can decipher it
But me.