Feelings.

Just a quick opinion poem on... well... feelings. More so on how people care about each others feelings. Or don't at all.

People always ask me how I am,

And I say the same thing every time.

Because athough they asked me first,

They expect me to say that I'm fine.

It's like no one cares about each other anymore,

We just have our own agenda.

We only notice our own opinions and feelings,

Each fighting some silly vendetta.

We hardly notice how we affect those around us,

Let alone be careful or care

Is it just me, or can some people seem

Like they think they're the only ones there?

People can just say the cruelest things

And not give it a second thought.

How can they simply turn a blind eye

To all the pain that they have wrought.

Everyone has their ups and downs,

Everyone sometimes needs to talk

So all this hate and all this judgement

It honestly needs to stop.

Reviews

[aine]

This is written so simply yet conveys a great thought. Liked it.