Sound is everywhere
Except in my ears
Faces pass me by
But there's nothing to hear
Children laugh
and babies cry
All I can do,
is envy them and sigh.
"It's lonely,"
my fingers tell them
desperately dancing for attention
hoping the onlookers will understand
the words I try to tell them
All I can think
is it really isn't fair
I am labeled as
An Outcast
people could less then care
though they try to be nice
It's like playing a board game
Without any dice
Still, I continue on
living in a shiny glass case
While the others stare at me and gawk
As if there's a mute alien in my place
It's so very lonely
the life that I live
It's amazing anyone can stand it
I hope I'll be one of the the ones
Who did.