Ppl will only want to hear what they want to hear
why do i feel like,
there something wrong with me,
i don't feel normal,
i take it out on myself,
thinking,
there must be something i can do,
but i fail to find an answer,
i had opened up to ppl,
some pretend to not care,
but still ask what's wrong,
it becomes so much,
i just stop explaining,
why explain,
when you know it isn't what,
they want to hear,
you are only wasting breathe,
some ppl listen,
but try to fix me by telling,
there nothing you can do,
stop living in the past it won't not help you,
how do you tell somebody,
who have been running from there past,
to not return and learn from it?
it makes no sense,
to not deal with a problem,
that changed my life,
in more ways than i can say,
is just the last thing,
you would want to tell a person.
poem by Mona Martinez
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