The Deaf and the Blind

You say that I am deaf. You tell me I'm no good, but what you fail to see, is that I'm not made of wood. I have a heart and a brain, as well as two eyes, and what I read on peoples' faces, certainly tells no lies. Those who think I'm no discouragement- I have met very few- are great people in and out. They are my friens so true. You, however, are blind, to think that I can't hear, what goes on inside your mind. It screams louder through my every tear. You're ashamed of me so deaf, as am I of you so blind. "What makes you so unseeing?" I wonder all the time.