Poem -

When Will You Listen?

When Will You Listen?

I can't anymore!

I can't keep making other people happy when I'm not happy.

I can't keep pretending that I'm fine because there's no such thing as fine.

I'm lost, am hurt, and I'm falling apart and even if

I know that one day I am going to end up breaking for that split moment

because I can't act so strong I still keep everything bottled up.

I can't get the courage or the strength to tell my friends and,

my parents, how I actually feel.

I hide behind a smile that's perfectly put on because no one has ever asked me

"Are you okay? How do you feel? Is everything alright?"

No one ever asked. I'm always the one that listens to my friend's feelings.

I always listen. Just listen because all I ever do is listen,

but when is somebody going to look at me and listen to ME!

Just because I put on a smile and say, "I'm okay!" doesn't mean I'm actually okay.

When will people listen? When will people ask me how I feel?

I've had a fake smile on for so long that I don't know if I am actually a human being or just a fraught hiding behind a perfect mask that has kept so many people from seeing how broken and damaged I really was.

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