What I Have To Say

I cry my tears But they are mistaken For rain I write my words But they are mistaken For outlets They may be outlets But you are mistaken Here's why: I do not write To vent to space The emptiness of the world As I hear nothing but air I cry to be heard Though no one will listen I give a shoulder When someone tells me their story But no one asks for mine I am shrugged off after I have listened But what about you? When have you listened? Given me advice I have never gotten before? When have I received even a hint Of thanks? What am I, but the words I type on a keyboard To be read by the public, but never really understood Who am I, but a person behind Yet another username Am I to be cast out of mind As easily as a Saturday morning cartoon? Will no one listen When I have problems of my own? I will never tire of helping those I care about Through their pains, and helping them succeed But I would also like To be heard in return To be helped as I have helped To be understood as I have understood To be more than a shoulder to rest on When my Earthly cares weigh down on me I want to be more Than a figure in the crowd More than a writer With no one to read my words I want to be noticed Heard for what I have to say