They Dont Hear Me. Poem by Cath smale

They dont hear me.
They dont hear my tears of pain, pain which holds me tight under the weeds of sin, sin of hidden shame, they dont hear my tears of rejection, with thonuder of feet hitting me right under the wood ready to be set on fire, they dont hear my tears of a voice trying to reach out for help, help fired with gun shots of lies, with no ears but bullets of deafness,
They dont hear my tears of break ness, unable to cry out, with bitterness turning in to ice cubes, with a face like a mask, they dont hear my tears, like the sea sounds around in a shell of nothingness its hidden under the sand of rocks, makes no sense but they dont hear my tears which doesn't make sense at all...