I've realized it may be hopeless
For they don't get it, I have found,
And they refuse
to try on my shoes
And take a look around.
It's so easily frustrating,
All these stupid little things.
Yet still I try to make them understand
Even as they clip my wings.
How can they not see
that as they hold the bar so high,
I jump and stretch and attempt to reach;
And I swear I always try.
But its just too high to achieve
So then I drown us all in lies.
I'm sitting on the hardwood thinking,
Staring at the paint-spattered floor.
Wondering how to be better
And as always wishing for more.
More time to explain myself
to them, more words to speak.
More gravity in my position,
And a million less promises to keep.
I wish for two more adequate people
To help me find my voice
And make me stand my ground for once,
And show me I have a choice.
It can't go on like this forever.
I don't even want to smile.
What's it going to take to make them see
me, and not a child?
The only thing they do is hurt me,
Followed by asking why I cry.
And its a lose-lose situation.
I just wish I had more time.
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...