They say I am shy.
And I listen
They say that I scare them and that I should just stop.
And I listen.
They say that I am a weirdo who doesn't have a life.
And I still listen.
They say that I am a mess just like my bedroom.
And I wait, I wait for them to stop speaking.
They say that I am too ugly and that I should just die.
And I do what I am best at doing, I listen.
With every words that flow out of their mouth in a musical rhythm, capture me into an endless mouth of faults.
My fingers crawl up to my ears shutting it from the world,
Plunging into a place nowhere to be found.
A place can hide too many things to be true.
But
They speak too much.
-K⚓rusha
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
