I scream.
I shout.
I whisper.
I speak quietly.
I sing.

But no one hears.

No one wants to hear my words,
my thoughts,
my worries,
my fears,
my emotions,
my hurts,
my confusion,
my -

No.
They would prefer I be silent,
as my noises bother them,
and sometimes it causes them
to think,-
and they don't want that.
They don't want to think.

I annoy them
with my words,
with my insistent mouthings,
and they wish I would stop
and go away.

I try to make them, see,
I try to make them think,
I try to make them understand,
I try to give some purpose to being,
and I am rebuked at every turn.

I fear I have found another way of being
like Sisyphus.
For some reason I feel I must continue
trying.
I wish I understood why.

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