The Things I Leave Unsaid

9. Ears

Walking along,
I'm silent.

They come crying to me
With their problems,
Not even asking me
How I am,
Expecting me to just snap my fingers
and somehow make it all better.

I can't.

I walk silent and, though I'm
surrounded by people, alone.
I try to speak but they cut me off,
Without even realizing it.

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All people want
is to be heard by the world.
I'd be happy with only one ear,

Actually listening to what
I have to say.
I'd never force them to hear

The words trapped inside my brain,
Though I'm feeling a bit insane,
From keeping everything
holed up inside
My scattered, thoughtful,
prideful mind.

Just one is all I need.
Just one person who cares.
I listen to you but you don't return
The favor, is that really fair?

I only need one
who understands,
Who looks at me and sees
More than just a tear-stained shoulder
A pair of ears for listening.

But no one seems
to wanna take
the time to even think
outside their silly, selfish lives.

I scream.
No one blinks.

I have a story too
That no one'll ever hear.
You're busy, tired, not in the mood.
I hear you loud and clear.

Too busy to let me
speak the words
That might have saved my life?

Too tired to stop and think about
One other than yourself?

You can't just take a minute
to step away from the now,
And give me time
to speak the words
I've never said aloud?

Too depressed to notice me
Falling down,
Too blind to even see.
So caught up in the goddamn mirror,
You never noticed me.

Gazing out the window
Wondering when I'll be good enough
To be the one who gets to talk
about life and how it's tough.

For now, I guess I'll have to wait
For my time to come,
And 'till then, time and again,
I'll wait to be good enough.

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