I scream at you through the small square window behind this soundproof door of cold steel, longing for the embrace of your warm hug. 

But in this sound proof room I am in the background and you cannot hear me, including my cries of desperation, despite that you ignore me despite due to being only passively aware as I am not gifted with heard speech behind this window, nor self expression of any kind, 

Behind this two way mirror window where I can see out when the covering is lifted though rarely, but you cannot see in 

Despite that I see your face, but you do not see my face or my humanity

 

I am autonomous. 

I am autonomous.

I am autonomous. 

 

But no one hears me say it behind the glass.