I don't understand.
I don't understand how the silence can be deafening.
I don't understand how I can feel so alone in a group of people.
I don't understand how you can't see it.
Don't people pay attention?
Or is it they choose not to say a word.
Don't they know how much it pains me when it seems like everyone has given up?
I don't understand.
I don't understand how they can seem so carefree when I second guess every move.
I don't understand how they can leave me behind so easily.
Was I not enough?
Was I just there to entertain?
Or was it you needed someone to dote on you.
Now I'm done being silent as everyone else laughs at a time from the past that I wasn't apart of.
I'm done being treated like a pillow that catches your tears when no one else listens,
Because if you don't try to listen to me, why should I listen to you?
YOU ARE READING
Random Poetry
PoesíaJust random poetry I write at night.. (PG - 13) [ALL PHOTOS AND POEMS ARE MINE. IF YOU USE ANY OF IT, PLEASE ASK AND GIVE ME CREDIT. THANK YOU] Feel free to comment and all that jazz if you'd like. Ask any questions if you have any. Please tell m...
