Who are these people?

Who are these people and why are they putting me to sleep?
Who are these people and why are they caring for me?
Where is my mom and where did everyone go?
Where is my husband and where is my home?

I knock every now and again, and a grin comes to the door.
I ask where my mom is,
And the mouth twitches,
Chokes by itself,
Calls me Ms
and speaks a tune I don’t heed,
A melody I’d edge with a pair of knuckles on its teeth.
I turn wood and leave.

Someone stole my people and my things,
I call it out and no one seems to think
It important to report this puzzle
To the police, or the authorities,
Instead they try a muzzle

On me, whose brain is tricky,
Whose brain left.
I hear what all of you have said.
But I know this brain longer than you,
When it wakes and when it rests,
And I know it better than you,
Don’t tell me what it says.

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