Friday, May 17, 2013

I don’t know if I just don’t have anyone to listen,
or if i’m scared that no one will listen,
I have been taught not to say how I feel,
Do not express myself.
Not constructively, and not at all.
My mom, “doesn’t want to hear it”.
I then sit and listen to everyone else.
I feel close to them that way.
People know things about me.
I share things.
Nothing that really matters.
I hate feeling two seconds away from crying.
Or crying to myself in the back of a plane with sunglasses on.
I’m not sure that anyone really knows how sad I am.

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It is music that soothes the tears that I cry.
It is songs of others that makes me feel accepted.
I am not alone in those times.
I am not unique or special. I know that.
Everyone hurts, sometimes.
I just don’t want to cry anymore.

1 comment:

  1. I can so relate to this poem. I was brought up to not express my feelings, time has proven this does not work and that's where poetry is born. To share and be acknowledged is such a freeing experience. This is a truthful and beautiful poem.

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