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Hear Me
hear hear see hear see see hear -
Listen -
hear see hear hear see -
Listen to me!
hear see -
Shut up and listen to me!
Why why why do you constantly refuse to
hear me?
"What’s wrong with her?"
Every day,
the hands of the clock would turn in melancholy,
and every day,
they would move like so
in my eyes
as my dread came closer and
closer and
closer.
those who used to feel as close
as my very own limbs
had turned against me.
"How can we deal with a daughter like you?"
"Why can't you be normal?"
"You’re rude, you're aggressive,
you’re a nuisance."
"What’s wrong with you?"
What’s wrong?
You stare at me blindly
and listen about as much as a deaf man;
your care for me,
like your appearance,
is skin deep;
the words,
the dreams,
the hopes,
everything
I try to say to you
makes me more of a fool
to believe
that you care
because in the end you always just say
"What’s wrong?"
...
It’s as if I’m invisible.
...
Life goes on
and on
and on
and I walk down its riggedy paths
with heavy shackles locked on my
ankles, my
wrists, my
neck, my
mouth
so that
like an untrained dog
or an untamed tiger
I will be kept from
my right to speaking my mind
and my heart
and my
freedom.
Freedom.
It’s that thing that we were always told we had.
we were told that we had
the freedom
to speak about
to laugh about
to write about
anything and everything
we wanted.
We grew up believing this.
And were indirectly taught to
think but not wonder
speak but not question
hear but not know
and
see but be blind
to the fact that
even though we have
everything
that we could ever
want,
and yet,
we have nothing at all.
we are empty caskets;
what is inside of us
has no value
until somebody dead
is within us.
Then people start to wonder
“What’s wrong?”
What’s wrong is
what
we
are.
We are hypocrites
liars
cheaters;
not to others
but
to ourselves.
I lie to myself.
I tell myself it’s okay,
and that I will eventually
find someone
who will listen.
I tell myself it’s okay.
And I keep telling myself this
Until I become just like the others
And ask
“What’s wrong?”
Because then I will decide
that nothing about me
has ever been right.
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