If only the deaf would hear.

With every problem, I write it down.
When I want to scream it out loud.
All the time that has passed, and everything is still the same.
Sometimes I feel like I can be proud.

Problems, resting on my shoulder.
Dragging them everywhere I go.
Can somebody else hold me?
I’m just drifting away in the flow.

The noise I make to seem everything clear.
So many deafened ears.
So many things wrong, just let it go!
If only the deaf would hear.