Oh tell me, tell me
Why it seems
Things that happen
Aren’t taken seriously
Talking is what goes on
No communication at all
Explaining again and again
Never understanding
Say something to me
How should I reply
Or is it really important
You’ll roll right over it
Listening is good
Using your ears is grand
So why does no one do so
Why can’t it be had
When will I be heard
Do I have to scream
Will it matter when it’s worse
How bad until you see
I can’t talk
And so I lose
Lose my trust, my truth
Lose my everything, lose you
Old poem: I want to say 1.5 years ago but it might have been longer.
I've figure out how to talk. I can say at least half of what I mean now. It isn't always enough. But it's more than before. And people are more understanding and wait for the other half.
Hopefully, I won't lose my truth. Or my people.
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