Poetry

Another Thing That Ruins My Day

"You talk to much"
Those words frustrate me beyond most.
My attempt to be heard and listened to is shot down.
I am again silent and in pain.
It seems better to be quiet, maybe if I sewed my mouth shut.
But I know that eventually I'll cry out for help and it'll just hurt me more.
I'll always be silently in pain other than the occasional cry.

The frustrating part of these words is everyone expects me to listen to their cries, but when I open my mouth to even say something positive, I'm told to be quiet again.
I have no power, no say.

With the frustrations of the day I go home and cry alone, my family never understands why it is I'm crying, they just think it's all an act for attention and to get my way.

I don't want attention, I want to heard.