Un-Understandable

Un-Understandable

A Poem by Ammietia
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Kind of a rant about those who find me too hard to understand, and try to satisfy my need for answers with pathetic excuses.

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I speak to you

with all my heart

And wait for an answer

that I know will never come

 

You say that you understand

You say you can relate

But then why am I

listening to my own words

bounce back as echos?

 

You say some answer

made of nonsensical noises

trying to explain your hesitation

and the echos that make me silent

 

You see nothing wrong

with the words you say

though they give me my answer

that you could never understand

the turmoil

the pain

the sorrow

 

Your short answers aren't enough

though you swear they are

Your "Mhm"s and "I see"s

further prove my doubts

that you are not the one

I should waste my breath on.

 

Do you really get it?

Do you really care?

Or do you answer

with a poor bone

that should never have seen

the light of day?

 

Do you mean to make me sad?

Do you mean to point out my difference?

Do you mean to push me away?

For it seems as though you do

and that all this is part of your plan

 

If you want me away,

just say so to my face.

If you cannot understand,

don't go on pretending.

If you're scared of my knowledge,

find someone else.

 

I'm sick of pretending

I'm sick of making excuses

All in the name

of keeping your feelings fine

and mine locked up and broken.

© 2008 Ammietia


Author's Note

Ammietia
I think it cut off weird but I had nothing else to say without going into a whole other topic all together, so I left it where it was. I might change it when I get something more to say, otherwise I'll just leave it.

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Ammietia
Ammietia

Hamilton, Canada



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