Listen to me.
That’s all I ask.
I know you hear me but the words don’t sink in.
We talk for hours only for you to turn around and ask all the same questions.
I might be quiet or you might be deaf.
But for 20 years of my life I feel I haven’t been heard yet.
It’s not fair, it’s not ok.
I want to talk about these feelings in my brain.
You shoot me down like I’m a lead Zeppelin.
My none existent confidence cant stand it.
I can barley breath around you for fear I might do it wrong.
Just listen to me and I will tell you.