I scream out to the swishing sea
doing this till my voice is hollow.
The nearby cliffs echo my scream,
turning my anger to sounds
I barely recognise now.
The emotion still creeps in fast
as I sweep my hair out of my face.

I am filled still,
like a cup of ever brimming potion.
Anger is the potion.
With the sea as my vent,
it is the listener of the lost.
And here I am
lost in the world of creatures.
Creatures with whom I don't fit.
Inside, I cry but outside
I put on a smile,
like a pretty butterfly.

The world needs only the smile,
I need the silence.
Silence for some thought.
But even as silence grows longer,
my confidence gets lower.
Lower to an extent
I get shattered for beyond life
I'm the wind gushing emotions.