i do all the talking
and you do
all the hearing
if only you could
learn to listen
instead of hearing
me explain the
same things constantly
i wish
you would listen to
the pain in my voice
when i say it
but instead
you hear me
and as i watch
my pleas go in
one ear and out of the other
i realize
that sad reality
of the situation is that
you will never listen
not until i stop talking
