Unheard

Unheard

My heart is heavy with the knowledge that my opinions don’t matter.

       I think, I’m ignored.

       I study, I’m told, learn something else.

       I hope, I’m told, don’t bother.

My heart suffers with the knowledge my actions don’t matter.

       I walk, I’m told, that’s not enough.

       I climb, I’m told, that should be done a different way.

       I run, I’m told, you should have been better.

               

My heart aches with the knowledge my words don’t matter.

       I whisper, I’m not heard.

       I speak, I’m told, it’s not that way.

       I scream, I’m told, you’re wrong.

My heart bleeds with the knowledge that I have…

       Never been…

       Never can be…

       Never will be…

                    …good enough.