Master of pretending.

If I don't say anything,
I'm screaming on the inside.
If I don't react and ignore people,
all I want is a little bit of love.
If I shout at people,
the only thing I want is a hug.
If I ask people to repeat what they were saying,
it's because I was drowning in my sorrow.
If I finally found a little hope,
I'm just lying to myself.
And I guess it will never end,
because people are deaf.
And when people are deaf,
I die
without love.