Untitled (Because I Wasn’t Allowed to Finish My Sentence)
I start with “I feel"
and someone else finishes it for me.
You ask why I keep things to myself—
but I ask,
have you ever listened to me?
EVER?
Every time I try to share,
I'm cut.
My words have now learned
to swallow themselves,
quietly.
Reflex, not resistance.
And sometimes,
I wonder—
if I truly needed you,
would you still do this to me?
Sometimes I feel
it would hurt less
to have a knife strike my throat
than to watch
your eyes roll
every time I try to speak.
REBELLIOUS SOUL.
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REBELLIOUS SOUL (
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- Comment from author about the poem: HELLO METAPHORS For the ones who never listened
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A poem of feeling not understood and worse that others think that they know you better than you know yourself. Shut out is the feeling, controlled by others assumptions and hard headedness believing that they know what is right. A powerful poem in its weakness
Thank you that's exactly what I wanted to portray.
You are most welcome
Excellent write
Thanks
You're welcome
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