to mute or not to mute

deserved?

this crying, laughing, exclaiming and my voice
the overreaction that others mistake for being ones self
an echo that doesn’t return
an echo that doesn’t find its way home
what does return is the craving
the crave for acknowledgement
surrendering to unjust cruelty
leaving its brand over my flesh
zipped and threw.
at least now it’s quiet.