Are You Deaf Too?

I can't feel anything anymore.
Then again, no one can hear me anymore.
In this place I call my home, they've stopped listening to me. I feel as if I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and everyone just walks by with a slight glace. Not a hesitant thought in their mind. Nothing. 

I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to fight back. Tired of trying to win my case with no hope in the end. The stupid petty arguments that tumble into thoughts and emotions that have been building up that I can no longer contain. 
No one hears me.

I don't want it to be like this. This isn't how it was supposed to play out. I guess aiming for perfection was a bit out of reach. Who do I go to in this house, when no one hears my cries, feels my pains?

It hasn't always been like this, just recently, but this sudden change has taken my head for a whirl and I'm just taken back, frozen in my emotions.

Today at work I had an old Italian man on my register. He wasn't a daily customer, I had never seen his face before. But I'm guessing he saw the sadness in my eyes, for he asked what was wrong. It was unprofessional of me to respond truthfully so I merely said nothing and began to bag his groceries. But instead of saying the same old, "I'm sorry" he told me a joke. It was quite pathetic actually, but it made me laugh. He heard me. He heard me in a way hardly anyone has. That little Italian man made my entire night.

I don't know what I want. This isn't usually like me to feel this way, to be in this type of atmosphere; and in about three days I'll feel better, back to normal. It's just right here, right now I'm hurt.

And more than anything, I want to be heard.