The Scream

And then she shrieked out

Of agony untold

Of the intensity of Dido

Crying out for the praised.

Gone are the acts

Of laughs legion

Gone is the lass

Who made everyone jaunty.

But that is not the eerie detail

Not her blood curdling screech

Twas the naivete of all

Who thought her scream was curbed.

No one believed

For how can a being change so radically?

It's a phase,they said

It's the verity, I say.

For only countenances matter, don't they?

Being unmasked is fiction

Perhaps, this is why

Raw faces are quite unseen.

The scream of help

Heard yet unheard

Silent yet deafening

And it never came out.

She screamed with her smiles

She screamed with her words

She screamed with her eyes

But no one ventured under the surface

That's why ,dear folks

Do perceive further

For the person you may know

May not be the person you know at all.