You are deaf
deaf Deaf DEAF
Others use their pain for greed
Others use their greed to grieve
But after so long you are DEAF
Pain does not belong only to you
Everyone has it, and I carry so much
Yet in silence I die
When I cry, your silence kills me
Either way, I'm dead.
And you're deaf.
Deaf.
DEAF!
If I don't bite my tongue
You bite off my head
I can say the sky is blue
and you argue that it is red
I can't find the words to say
Not in the right order
Not in the right delivery
To make my message come across
It's as if you can't hear me
What can I do?
How can I say it?
When you're deaf
Deaf to me?
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Mimi Sonner
Just another liberal arts degree holder looking for career fulfillment in all the wrong places.
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