By Yahya Ayman

Thoughts spill from my head

My heart pumps them, non-stop

Into my mind

They do me no good

And give me no pride

But that's me, what can I do?

My thoughts are carved onto my face

And every move and sound I make

So here I write this in utter silence

With my thoughts

But they can't stay quiet

They are my lifelong friends

We argue and fight all the time

We're in a prison and no one can escape

But that's us, what can we do?