My Voice Isn'T Heard

I scream, I cry, I ask myself why. My Voice Isn't heard. I laugh, I sleep, I dream. My Voice Isn't Heard. I run, I walk, I always talk. My voice Isn't Heard. The Years go by and menories seem to fade away, and stain my face. No One Knows, how I show, Who or what I really am, But one thing I do know, that My voice Isn't heard. It seems as though anything I say, goes through one ear and out the other. No One Knows How I feel. My Voice Isn't Heard.