Aud. is me.

So many offered, a hand or an ear
offers of help, but i still cry alone
Now bored of my anguish
always too busy to speak on a phone
A gag now placed upon my mouth
It kills me silently these small things
For it's just there. It part of life
But i cannot cry nor curse nor sing
I Hide it because i should.
Because i know they are bored
They do not want to know
why i am just simply Aud.