What can I say?

I grew up with a silent voice —
When I screamed, no one could hear
Not one could tell where I was from
No one understood what I had said

As I grew up with a silent voice
Inside of me, a new language bloomed
It spoke in tales of the misunderstood
It spoke in the music of the mute

When I grew up with a silent voice
Along with the words of the world
Along with the melodies of the memories
I had another tool, tucked in my belt

So, I grew up with a silent voice
When I scream, people see
Yet what I meant, no one can tell
What do I want? What do I say?