They wonder why I’m mute, why I’ve given up my speech.
Are they really that blind? Surely they should figure out.
Can they remember all those times they ignored my every
word.
When I could stop half way through, and they never had a
clue.
Was I really not important, did I mean so little to them?
They were meant to be my family, meant to be my friends.
So I sit here all alone, haven’t spoken in some time.
Now they say I’m crazy, now they treat me like a freak.
In a way it’s better than before, better than being ignored.