A Scream for Help or A Mere Whisper?

They ask me why I am so quiet,
But that’s what a person does when her words are not heard.
What kind of world is this?
Now when I am numb,
My silence bothers everyone.
Yet when I shattered,
The echo of my breaking was paid no heed to.
I screamed and screamed but was ignored.
And those who heard
Gave me looks like I was speaking an alien language.
What’s so strange about being in pieces?
I don’t see anybody as a whole.
Yet also the fact
That I hear nobody scream.
Maybe that’s why we feel lonely,
Because we all think we screamed for help,
But it was merely a whisper
Addressed to a particular nobody.