Mute

I tried to cry out,
but no sound came out.
You stifle me with pleasure,
but all I want is loneliness.
I see that as a treasure.
You keep wanting me,
to be what you want.
But I couldn't say,
what I want.
My inner voice is mute,
as if stifled by soot.
Can;t you just listen?
No, you never listen.
I am not who you think I am,
in fact I am just a sham.
I have a plan,
buried in the sand.
Listen to me,
before it is too late.