Protest poetry from a psychiatric survivor. When truth is denied because people don't want to think of horrific things happening in their society, because it hurts too much, art is the only means through which to be heard. When an artist's truth is not being heard even through their art, despite skill and ability, it makes for a strange unlistening society that denies courtroom truths as much it denies poetic truths. It makes for a society that promotes paedophiles over those who are trying to stop abuse, promotes perpetrating doctors over psychiatric survivors who they have tortured... Sometimes it is not about the beauty of silence that marks the separation of movements in a concerto, marred by some fool in the audience who clapped, but the devastation of silence brought about through utter, utter fear.