Who said I have a voice

I talk to deafness
denied a place
my verbal context held captive
accused, refused, abused.... again and again
the endless responsibilities of deciphering intent
votes of occupants to make my exit
pushed out and away,
all the things I can't say repeats to gag my insides
the destructive harmonies of incoherence
oblivious reflex
the screams of silenced me
few who care to know me, I mean really know
.... the real me
I look to the blind side hoping to be heard
singleness, alone in this virtual crowd
with sharks beneath my feet
kept in my cage for everyone's sake
as my soul remotely fades
somehow it's okay?

Semper Fi

The statistics? 1 in 4, 1 in 6?
...then there's me the imaginary number