"Why are you yelling?"
you asked me
in the middsdt of me explaining my point
a point that ied prematurely on my tongue
a point that you missed
because you were distracted
by a raise of voice
I wasn't yelling
I was begging, pleading for you to hear me
I was so overwhelmed with frustration
that it clawed up my throat and let itself out
I was communicating
I was trying to be heard
YOU ARE READING
Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
PoetryI take requests and I am getting back into writing books. I'm starting this one cause I love reaching out to others who are dealing with the same problems. Leave a life and continue to read my book
