A head full of thoughts
Opinions tinkering in my mind
Bubbling up, to share to an empty audience
Conversations prattling on
I speak up, unheard
Words brush my lips
Whisked away in the wind
Dead on the doorstep
Upon deaf ears
People hear me, to speak
Only I listen
Poorly feigned interest
Why do you check me off like a to do box?
I do not matter
I am but an extension of someone else
Trapped and worthless
Confined in a glass box
I am the mime who screams
If only someone would notice
‘Help, please!’
Echoing through the abyss
Back at me
I just want my voice heard
Don’t I count?
I beg to be equal
Yearn to be cared for
At the end of each day…
I am barely a whisper in the wind
The shattered pieces of my self worth
Broken glass on the ground, never made a sound
Kindled Shadow Poetry 