Everyone wants to talk (all at once)—to tell their story
nobody want to listen or be supporting
and it’s an ongoing circle
it doesn’t end
go on
pat the back of who you call your friend.
And I try to be silent
remain aloof
but nobody sees you’re different
you have to show them proof;
and so I show them my brain
and all of my scars
the prison of my individuality
my soul grasping onto iron bars—
it doesn’t make a dent in the metal
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true
everyone has a mess of friends who expect your undivided attention but never give you the time of day.
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Sounds like a teenager, everyone talking at once and no one wanting to listen. Seems those years can be all about ME ME ME, unless you are different, then you tend to sit back and listen. Now I am sure you are glad that you were always an individual and not like all the rest.
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very well put
this sounds like u were writing this about my angsty teen days,I can relate to this as if it where written of me. Seems our thoughts and feelings in a way were very much alike....this poem was very well spoken,and smart, yet coy and very truthfull! nicley done can't wait to read more of your thoughts and feelings.
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