You Don't Listen

You don't listen to me,

When I speak about my pain.

You are only there when,

It matters to you.

Just an object put on a shelf,

Pretty to look at.

But never to hold,

So dear and close to your heart.

And yet I sit,

And pretend it doesn't hurt.

When inside I am screaming,

Out for help.

When it truly matters,

You're never there.

And yet I still,

Sit there and wait.

The waiting doesn't hurt,

So long as I stop.

I stop feeling,

Like I meant something.

As long as I pull away,

As you have so many times before.

"Sit down. Shut up."

A simple command.



That you didn't even realize,

That you said.

A simple social cue,

That you never noticed,

Because you don't listen.

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