Screaming

She didn’t want their pity, 
that was far worse than the pain.
She knew it was never their intention,
yet time and time again,

they would look at her, 
with those benevolent eyes,
and she would scream inside,
horrific tortured cries.

She wanted anger from them,
she wanted some of the blame,
she wanted something to confirm,
she deserved all this pain,

but it never came.
 Always so understanding,
yet not actually,
just assuming, guessing,
what they didn’t know.

But she knew, so she screamed.