Poetry-The Unspoken Words

Poem_4_Insecure

The things you talk about behind my back,

I've already heard inside my head..

Don't you think I know it?

I am not stupid.

I may not be pretty or fit,

It's already grievous to think about it.

Don't you think I know it all?

I know the things I do,

The times I've acted weird around you,

But little do you know,

I was just hiding my flaws.

I'm not perfect and I know,

I'm nothing compared to her.

She has the body and the glow,

Twinkling eyes and smooth hair.

But do you even know,

The agony I feel..

When I hear you've been

Talking about me?

You think I'm naive,

You think I'm stupid.

You don't feel the pain,

Not scared or wounded.

I hear the laughter,

I hear the jokes.

I pretend not to care,

But it's more than just a poke...

I shouldn't mind that you think that,

I know it's pointless.

It's only the mere fact,

That you don't want me to know this.

I know it's not personal,

But I'm insecure.

I shouldn't feel so dull,

But there is no cure..

Now I will not dwell...

If you have anything to say,

No matter how painful,

Say it to my face.

To all those people talking behind my back.

~From the Heart