i think you are deaf

you must be

i mean, just look at you

you can't even hear my painful screams

i have been screaming for hours

for days, in fact

many months, actually, as I think about it

maybe a year or two?

why couldn't you hear me?

didn't you care?

didn't you have heart?

i don't get it; not at all

my throat carries a nagging ache

it's sore with all this screeching

you should have seen my face illuminating from that neon glow

scrunched up like Jim Carrey (talk about comical.)

i can't believe I never mattered

how could you stand watching my lips part; without even the slightest whimper

i think I am right

you are deaf (it's your turn now, to be Jim.)

but that can't be (can it?)

i mean I have heard you answer your darling (you replied, at least.)

maybe you just couldn't hear me amidst the hullabaloo

all that racket from your lil' jukebox

blasting away at the corners of the empty room

filling up the void with empty music (trust me, it can't work)

i ain't asking for much

just to hear me through

i don't know

you never seemed to listen (bingo, I got the answer)

or maybe, I was on mute

all along.