Words

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I have gotten to the point where I've come to believe that my words mean nothing.

Anything I say, any voice I might try and use,

Will never be noticed, and it's something I'm beginning to get used to.

I mean come on, who would ever notice me?

Who would ever think something I say is important?

Nowadays people only hear what they want to hear,

And that usually comes from their own speech.

I mean recently it seems like almost every day I'm getting talked over.

Even if I try to agree, before I can even do that,

They just continue on like I wasn't going to say anything.

I don't have a problem listening,

But shouldn't a conversation go both ways?

And if I can't have a say,

Then why even try and speak at all?

And of course, I fear,

That this one day find a way to appear in my pursuit as a poet.

I already question my worth,

And with my words being stepped over like mud and dirt,

I fear people will do the same to me poetically,

And my words will forever mean nothing.

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