Shut Out the Silence

Sometimes i just want to shut it all out.The noise.the pain.Sometimes i even want to shut out the silence. I imagine myself as a mute woman and at times I wonder if i couldnt speak would they find me interesting to talk to.Would they want to know me and learn to sign or would they just belittle me pretend i didnt walk by and sign hi. If i walked in a crooked way and shook your hand with crooked fingers would you be frightened or see past what time has done to me. If i was all these things would you even acknowledge my existence well i am not the mute woman who you may not sign back to and i am not the crooked woman who you show blind fear to I am the woman with the plain white t shirt and khaki jeans who you do not say hi to wether i should sign shout or smile and wave. I am a woman with no crooked walk and no crooked fingers yet you show fear to someone who appears meek and humble. I live among you yet you dont acknowledge that i exist as your equal.And yet the only thing wrong with me is sometimes i want to shut it all out.The noise the pain sometimes i even want to shut out the silence.all because of you.