i'm done.
i'm sick of people not listening,
of people pretending to care
when they don't.
i'm so tired of people
interrupting me
and talking over me
and thinking their voice is more important
than mine.
i've tried to speak up,
i've tried to be louder.
but no one ever listens.
and right now
i just need to shout and scream
because i need someone to hear.
this is me screaming.
this is me finally speaking up.
this is a cry for help,
one last try before i explode.
LISTEN.
i'm so sick of being ignored,
of being invisible.
how do you not see,
how are you so blind?
i am
s c r e a m i n g
this time.
this is everything i've never said,
everything i've kept locked up inside of me.
can you hear me now?
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
