I yell but i only echos in my head because in truth there are to many people around, to many voices for mine to be heard, to many conversations for me to get in a word, to many bodies pushing around. I try to keep my footing to stay off the ground away from the feet that would trample over me, crushing me into the dirt. I'd become only a faint memory, one less voice to be heard and one less person to be silenced. the truth of me would be hidden behind the violence. I'd no longer be me no one would know who i am. I'd be known for my death and after time that too will fall to the ground and be silenced..
