Poetry

I was wondering if you could give me some feedback on this "poem", I am not even sure if this could be concidered a poem.

It's hard to stay quiet when you spend your days at home in silence.
Trying not to be heard, yet to be heard.

When you can't do anything right, when you know how to do it.
Then go to school and can't do anything right, when you don't know how to do the work, yet know what it takes.

Go home behind closed doors wishing they could be open yet stay closed.

Seeing what you want to see, but yet don't.
Hearing what you want to hear, but yet don't.

I'm saying what I want to say, yet not saying anything at all.

It's hard to stay quiet when you spend your days at home in silence.
Trying not to be heard, yet to be heard.