silence ..

I was raised by a woman who rather choose sex over her own kids,and was raised by a man who would rather raise his fist instead of his mouth. feeling alone in an overpopulated house .even when the silence is loud and the noise is at a mute the only thing in this room that doesn't matter is YOU. why ball up and cry when no one cares to listen, as joy and laughter scatters the kitchen ..but what is there to be so happy about?when on the inside you screaming LET ME OUT!. trapped in a tortured soul while in life I have no voice nothing but a micro phone, I let my action speak for me . as I bend down on my knees I scream to let me out of this tortured soul and be free to be me. as everyone watch and listens carefully now that I have everyone's attention, let me be the first to mention I SHALL NOT BE SILENT ANYMORE I have cut my mic off because my tears is obvious, my words are cut throat, and my pain has spoke. my mother told me she wish she never had me and my father told me he should have worn a condom and yea it hurts and it cuts me deep but how can i cry when no one is listening?