I see you.
I see you.
I see those trembling lips
and those teary eyes
how I wish they could spill
on their own,
instead of waiting for me.
I see you.
Trust me, I do.
I see the chaos that's inside
swirling like a whirlpool
and making you overthink,
how I wish it could stop,
the over thinking I mean.
I see you.
I really do.
I see you try to stop
not just the tears
but also those thoughts,
and I wish you succeed
because it's about time now.
I see you.
I try to.
I see you want to cry out loud
but you suppress your cries
because god forbid someone hears it,
what will you tell them
how will you tell them,
your voice already died.
I see you,
and I wish I could help
in getting you to stop crying
hoping to get you out of hell,
but would you listen to me?
I doubt so.
Because you are me, I am you
yet you can't see me, even when I see you.
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
