Stories

by No1ButMe   Mar 3, 2020


I've been telling stories
ever since I was a kid
Some were sad
some were funny
Some were true
some were not
But they always relieved me
It always felt like
there were a million people
living inside my head
And putting pen to paper
gave them a voice
I didn't always like
what they had to say
But I always
listened
Because it always felt like
no one was ever listening to me
People saw me
but they never listened
So my personality
just became another story
Never having much truth
Because the truth
never seem to really matter
Especially if no one is listening
And so those voices took over
Drowning me
over and over again
until my voice became nothing
Nothing, but a cut
placed upon my arm
Silently screaming
to be set free
But all you heard
was the story
The 'I'm fine,'
it's the same one I still use
Plaster on the smile
tell a funny joke
It's a great story
and you'll dismiss
whatever I let slip through
You'll laugh
I'll smile
and when we look back
we'll both sigh
You clearing your conscience
my just sinking to my grave
and we'll say in unison
"what a great story..."

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