Words come much easier when I write them on paper
they stumble with trouble, fumbling out of my mouth
You ask me politely how I am feeling
then boldly talk over, dismissing whatever comes out
Deepening the feelings, that I don’t like me either
makes me frustrated, wondering why do I try
Cordials my safe place, shallow greetings, then, goodbye
the depths of the lonely, would make a stronger soul cry
I’ve learned, no one really cares what I I’m thinking
as long as I’m saying what they want to hear
As soon as I show I might have need of something
like love or money, they up and disappear
I close my eyes, squeeze them tightly together
wishing somehow, I could just fade away
The path of least resistance keeps me here, tethered
in this bar-less prison with walls my words made
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (6)
People are always like that, they disappear when we need something.
Good work and I know how this feels at times.
Very deep and beautifully penned Inner feelings you have described in an amazing manner
Beautiful Kelli.
We don’t want to be noticed, we want to be known. But no one has time for that these days. We write to express more than impress, but even here of late the reads are less and less. This is both lovely and very sad, Kelli. Everyone too needy to heat any but their own thoughts.
Deep feelings: dismissed. the frustration of being unheard—loneliness.