Tribal Scream

I know what goes on in your head
I know all those characters you've created
I know all the Hell in your past
I know the mishmash of everything
      crammed into your head

& I know a part of that is killing you
& I want you to let it out
& I want you to just open your mouth
& let out a tribal
      never ending scream

because I know you
I know you've got too much life in you
I know you've got a carbonated soul
& I know that one good scream
would let you pop the top
of you,
             like a bottle of Coke-a-cola

bubbles of compressed air
would be coming out of your mouth
             in your tribal scream

I wonder what characters you would spill out
I wonder what you would do
when you saw what you rejected
                         what you screamed out

I wonder if you'd see parts of your past

& I wonder if you'd know they were a part of you

& try to stuff them back in