Silence

Inside the silence tortures me,
For there isn't any.
The silence is loud.
It comes as a crowd.
It beats in my ear,
And is always near.

Outside the silence soothes me,
But there isn't any.
It isn't silence,
But noise in quiet violence.
The cars, the birds, the wind,
I just can't win.

But one isn't like the other.
Outside is a soothing mother.
Inside the silence tortures me,
Outside the silence soothes me.