I'm no Poet

I Can't Take It

I can't take it!
All they do is talk!
They come to me and talk!
They talk about school, they talk about family, they talk about relationships.
But the funny thing is I DON'T!
I don't get a chance because all they do is talk.

"Oh Janette, this happened to me"
"Oh Janette, I'm tired"
"Oh Janette, I have so much to do when I get home"

So do I, but they don't understand that I have feelings and problems too.
They don't understand that when they talk, I care.
They don't understand that I am trying to help them.
But all they do is talk.

They talk about a hard test they had that day.
I try to sympathize but it's hard when twisted words of hate behind my back fill my brain.
They talk about how they are tired from babysitting.
I know the struggle of exhaustion, needing to go from school to rehearsal to band to dance is tasking.
But yes babysitting for two hours tops that by far.
They talk about a tsunami of homework that floods their brain, with no chance of survival.
I know homework is difficult,especially 15 makeup assignments from being sick.

I'm like their therapist, but nothing more.
They fill my mind with unwanted issues, which I feel responsible to solve.
I can't take it!
All they do is talk!
But for once, I wish they would listen