Listen, listen please!
I need you more than ever.
I've.. I've needed you for a long time...
You wouldn't know that, would you?
None of you would.
Do any of you even care?
Why would you...
I mean I'm just a goofball,
a source of a lot of your laughter,
a girl for you to cheat off of.
I'm just a fast swimmer,
one you've nicknamed Alien,
one you've said has long monkey arms.
No, I haven't forgotten.
It's all jokes, right?
Because that's funny, right?
I mean, life's all jokes, right?
Listen, listen, listen to me!
Don't listen with your ears,
listen with your heart.
Please, I'm begging, this is my cry for help,
all the tears I've spent and weeped out.
Friends, what are friends?
I'm not sure.
That's who this poem is about,
"friends."
Friends, the people I am asking to listen.
Friends, the ones who say I look mad
when I stare into the distance,
scared of what's to come,
sad because I have to go back home,
back to that dreadful place where I feel
I am no longer welcome,
like I've stayed quite too long.
When I say I don't have friends,
I find it true.
I mean what kind of friends..
Never mind.
I have no friends, at least that's how I feel.
No real people around me,
people I see everyday.
No real listeners.
I have more friends on here than I do offline,
and even that amount is really low.
I'm a loser, aren't I?
Loser, that's the right term.
Only, I don't feel like one.
I feel like a girl who's been ripped apart
and never brought back together again.
Huh, I guess I know how Humpty Dumpty felt..
Broken, shattered, beyond the point of repair,
ripped, torn, and filled with despair.
Of course, none of my "friends" know how I feel.
And you want to know why nobody knows?
Because they never ask.
Because they never listen.
YOU ARE READING
Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
