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
Copyright © Francine Dunes | Year Posted 2008
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