Who is to blame?

My ears
Or
Your mouth...

I wish I were deaf,
Instead of
Wishing half world to be mute...

With just a bit more force
With just a slight, deliberate twist,
The delicate nerves may snap
And this lowly life force will be snuffed.

In daylight’s grace, I thought I’d healed,
From wounds I swore were long concealed.
But in the night, where silence screams,
Self-doubt invades my fragile dreams.

Inferior whispers fill the air,
A dark reminder, ever there.
Though daylight claims I've moved along,
Night unveils the pain's old song.