Deaf

You think I can never hear you Like I do not own ears I am not deaf, my monsters have not ruined That sense Like they have almost all others. I hear your taunts and disdain I hear your anger and your hatred. You think I can’t hear you When I am locked in my room Like sound does not travel My monsters have only seemed to sharpen That sense Even with the music as loud As I listen to it in hopes I won’t hear you But then my monsters taught me To read lips. You think I can never hear you But I feel every word you ever say.