I am partially deaf,
And I have been this way for a few months now. 
All the words that people say,
Every sound that something makes,
It all is the same to me.
No distinctive tone.
Everything is meshed together as one.
I cry every time I hear the faint voice of my best friend.
Or sob while I watch my lover mouth words I cannot make out anymore.
I play the game of hearing very well.
Without hearing aids,
No one knows I am like this.
I can still just barely make out words.
My fingers can slowly form into sign language words and letters,
But no one understands because they do not know. 
This sound you are hearing now,
Of voices,
And clutter, 
Is all I will ever hear.