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.
