Imprisoned By Silence

I cry out,
but no sound escapes my lips.
I reach out,
but nothing is in my reach.

I try to get her attention,
I shout and I yell.
But my mother does not hear me,
and she does not care.
Who wants a mute child?
Not her, that's who.

I am starving,
starving for words I cannot speak.
No one listens,
but how could they?

I keep everything inside,
for where else would I keep it?
And I stay,
imprisoned in silence,
until someone comes to turn the tide.