Hear Me Cry



My anger burns with mystery.

My doubt rises with blame

for what I cannot touch or see,

but feel with heavy shame.

Walking on eggshells one moment

and exploding the next,

constantly longing for improvement,

my life seems a mess.

Wanting so badly for approval,

I feel trapped in a net,

a net of fears and what-ifs,

and I'm growing more in debt.

You see, it never helps

to throw vinegar on the wound.

How can I ever make you see?

The piano lies un-tuned.

I may not always be right,

though I'm not shouting wrongs.

I'm yelling and I'm screaming

for the answers I so long.

The light seems so far yet so close.

I feel so hard done by,

for no one understands my pain.

No one can hear me cry.


Originally written in 2004, age 19


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