You’ve given me no choice than to be silent.
How much I’d like to let you know what I’ve been through, go through, still.
You’ve taken me for granted.
My kindness, my open soul, the chance to shout out to me you’re not okay.
Still, the person you forget about is none other than me, myself.
How foolish of me to have trusted you,
Dear myself.
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Author:
J.K. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You can read the poem both ways; Top to bottom, and bottom to top. The poem highlights a struggle to think about and take care of oneself. It's a reflection upon the reader and reminds you that in the end of the day you are your own person, worthy of respect towards yourself.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Great work. So true.
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