A Head Full of Thoughts

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

Published by Kindled

Just your average over-caffinated INFP who loves many forms of self-expression. Writer. Poet. Painter.

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