Deaf Opinions Become Irrelevant

Sincere folks and party right crew,

 I own these nights like I lived through you,

and yes I mean the lights that you notice everyday,

while other sit in darkness on they knees to pray.

While I sit in the light thinking all so bright,

of myself when inside it’s a brutal fight,

that I need to help.

  The struggle is severe and I have to persevere,

with this voice in my head making me just disappear,

and my identity is gone,

but I'm here all along,

trying just be myself,

can somebody please help..

Moving on,

time to go,

life's too fast,

and death is slow.

Watch your self and watch your mouth,

what you say might not come out,

but the deaf can hear what you talking about.

  I met another so its okay,

im ready though and whatever they think is pointless so--

Give me the fame,

I need the Glory,

conceited but with reasons,

for the past of my story.

Came up, 

been down,

still on planets height,

floating on the ground..

 some say I need help,

but I'm just an array,

an array of wealth.

No bargains,
I'm priceless, 

but in due time,

  living my life through the black license.

**Based on the movie Babel , about the deaf-mute Cheiko.**