The Pieces of You

I Wish I Did Something

I wish I did something.
I wish I didn't just sit there.
I wish I got up.
I wish I stood up there.
I wish I said something.
I wish people heard me.
I wish they listened.
I wish they applauded me.
I wish I did something.

I was there for a reason.
I was listening to everyone else
For a reason,
Yet,
No one was listening to me,
Because I didn't have the nerve to go up there
Like all those other people did.

I have a voice
That I haven't let anyone else hear.
I have a voice
That no one else has heard
Because I don't have the confidence.

No one has heard any of this.
No one has heard,
Or seen
This part of me.

They wouldn't want to know this part anyway.
It doesn't matter to them.
None of this matters to them.
It's just thoughts
And feelings after all
Isn't it?

We all have thoughts and feelings,
So why would this be important?
Why would anyone care about this?

But people do care about it.
It does matter to some people,
And I was surrounded by them.
I was surrounded by people
Who has the same love for this
As I do.
They have the same burning passion inside of them,
They have the same flame,
And motivation,
And love for this
That I do.

I had my chance.
I had my chance to show them all.
I had my chance to show them what I do.
I could've showed them
That I do this too.
That I write
Just like you.
I express my feelings
And thoughts
On paper
Like you do.

I was surrounded by people
Who would've listened to me,
Who would've cared about what I had to say,
Who would've been able to relate,
And yet,
I sat there,
Thinking
That no one wanted to listen to me,
That no one cared,
When they would've.
I blew my chance,
And I wish,
I wish I did something.

~ R.L.

10/21/18