My Cries

I cry,
Not because people can't hear me,
But because my people do not want to hear me.

I scream,
Not because they ignore me,
But because my people doesn't want to see me.

My heart is broken,
Not because I am mute,
But because my people ask me not to speak.

I find my peace,
Neither in me nor in others,
But in The Great Creator.