Can you hear me
The cries the screaming for someone to see
The loud obnoxious noise you make covers my voice making it sound weak
Waiting, watching, living, preaching about the different yet indifferent injustices in this world
It all seems the same
I don't want to Exist yet I want to be seen
I don't want to live yet I want to be alive
With the sad reality in front of me, it shows me, it tells me a story
A story that is copied and pasted with no edits and no critiques
Your story doesn't matter they say
You aren't allowed to write your own story using the one I gave you
You must reach and follow the story or you will be cast aside to never be seen again, to never be heard from again
But....you already Can't hear me
You ignore my screaming
You ignore my pain
Yet you say my story is not my own
Because you don't know what I have seen heard or
Felt, yet you want ME to follow your story
Your story is a façade, a joke
Impossible
I can't pretend my screams aren't being heard
I can hide the pain, it will surface
You can't make me wait, watch, or preach about what you want me to because this story is just a façade
This is a sad reality and through my silent cries I am coping
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
