The best thing about me is that I'm mute I can say whatever I like and no one seems to hear me I like being mute I don't feel the guilt of my words Because they go unnoticed
The best thing about being mute Is that I can throw my voice around And I can scream my words of pain eloquently crafted into the night And I'm not deemed, "drama queen of the year,"
The best thing about being mute Is that I can I sing "Hurt" at Joan Sutherland volume And the only thing suspected Is that I'm widening my range Becoming well-rounded in my repertoire
The best thing about being mute Is that when I'm approached by my comrade Four years my junior And am scolded for not taking care of what I was "supposed to" And now HE must bear the burden of my carelessness and selfish tendencies I can drop my vacuum and set down my washing Beseech him to not use those words against me again And am later chastised for usurping my lieutenant's role Out of personal, hormonal hurt No-one suspects The fact that I am scolded in this way Means that they don't hear
And that's when I start to wonder When my throat is sore and my lungs ache If I'm not really mute at all And if they're just deaf
The best thing about being mute Is that no one hears me at all No fingers of shame and eyes of admonishment are cast
The best thing about being mute Is that I can look in the mirror and tell myself, "I'm strong" "I'm smart" "I'm generous" "I can do it" But the words mean nothing If there is no fog of breath Ghosted against the glass