Hear Me

I sit in the corner,
Always, never away from here.
I'm the one who doesn't speak,
The one who's called queer.

I'm silent, I don't speak,
I didn't choose, I'm made.
I can't speak, it's impossible.
Into the background, I do fade.

None of them realise,
How lucky the are.
Being able to speak,
Even saying 'car'.

I've still not said
My first ever word.
To think I ever will
Is just absurd.

Why me?
Why not them?
These constant thoughts,
Through a.m and p.m.

No one understands
The pain and the resent,
I go through while you're
At a happy event.

Sooner or later
Someone will see
But until then, will
Someone please Hear Me?