Maybe words aren’t what I need,
For they fall on deaf ears.

Maybe I’m not using the right words,
For my meaning seem to be amiss.

Maybe these sounds are the wrong ones,
For it doesn’t seem to register.

Maybe I must act for you to truly hear,
For I can’t express myself the way you need

Maybe I’m just not meant to be.
For surely I am mistaken.

Maybe I was left over,
The parts that no one wanted.

Maybe I should have never been,
For that is how I am treated.

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