Poetry From The Silent

Could you accept that?

Would my words fall short, Missing your ears completely?

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Could I keep your attention for long enough?

How many times would you interrupt me, Telling me I'm wrong?

Would I be discouraged before I finished?

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Would my voice be listened to or just heard?

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Would you argue about things I already knew?

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I know your opinion. I heard it the first time.

You're not wrong, I just don't agree.

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Could you accept that?

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Hello, This was just a rant poem to address some stuff in me that I want to ignore but shouldn't.

The ability to communicate with others is such a beautiful thing that amazes me, though this is usually where I fall short.

Thought sadly others hear you and some actually listen.

Sometimes your voice is ignored.

But You can't be ignored/misinterpreted if you never speak.

A terrible habit I have always had and haven't broken.

This is more of a rant about some anxious thoughts I have about speaking my mind.

I posted it here so someone who might relate to it could know they aren't alone.