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.
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