These screams. They hide in my throat. They get caught by a rush of air that envelops their every gesture. They can’t come out, knowing once they touch the tip of my lips, they’ll trigger a sense of vulnerability that can’t be contained. I can’t scream. These cries that get caught in the tear ducts of the corner of my eyes feel inclined to come out, yet they hide behind. Too scared to shatter the fragile state of my appearance. I appear to be strong, yet inside I am breaking.