Give me a chance to speak

Don't think I'm antique. My words reach their peak. My throat will soon break. Give me a chance, for God's sake. Why should you speak for my sake? Can you heal my every ache? You are interpreting my words. Can you interpret the cries of the birds? Without even reading any of my poems Out of them, you create mayhems. Allow me to speak, my friend. Or else, I will shout till the end.