Ignored.

Ignored.

A Poem by 1Disawsum
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Not the best title for this poem, but exactly how I feel right now. Ignored. If you have any better titles for this poem, please let me know and I'll change this. (maybe)

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When nobody listens 
To my suggestions,
I realise what I must do.
Not shout until my voice is heard,
As I shouldn't have to do it anyway.

But instead, I shut up,
Just like the group wants me
To do. I don't speak, I let them
Take over, no matter my label,
As group leader.

Obviously, I mean nothing to them,
My opinion doesn't count towards anything,
Except for the ruins of the group.
In the end, i will show them,
That all along, i was correct.

I will show them, that they were never correct,
That they should have let me conrol
And show them my knowledge. Now they want
Me to co-operate with them. They take me for granted,
My knowledge is valued, when they need it most.

But once I have shut up, I will not speak again.
I will let them do all the work, suffer in the same
Way I had to when nobody listened to me.
Now it is finally my turn to not listen to them,
Make they repay the price.

Until the day comes at last,
That they realise they need me,
And they need my opinions.
But until then, i will not speak,
And I will not share my thoughts with them again.

© 2014 1Disawsum


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I love this poem. To be ignored, and we ignore them back. Yet, many don't realize they weren't listening, until they truly want us to speak. Great write! ^-^ It's one of my favourites so far!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1Disawsum

10 Years Ago

Thankyou! Yes, many take others for granted, and don't realise hat they have to lose, until they tru.. read more

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