Ash in the Wind

Listen

You see my mouth moving but you dont hear my words
It's a choice
You choose not to hear me
Just like you choose to speak over me and change the topic
You choose to act like you care and like you want to know
But it's all right in front of you
I speak my thoughts and you yell over me
I think I'm loud but your lack of acceptance is louder
I'm taught to have a voice
But what's the point when my words come out in whispers
The only place where my words aren't actually noticed
The only person I thought I could talk to but have to escape to pages and ink
Someone who's ears are sensitive to the sound of my voice so you choose to cover them
Someone who's mind is sensitive to my thoughts so you choose to block them out
But someone who's so insensitive, that even a simple brush of reality or sensodyne can't bring you to understand me
So you don't
You don't get me
You don't try to
You don't listen