Tea Party

I've brought you all together for this tea party of sorts,

With dainty white gloves and polite talk,

Proper manners and fake smiles and friendships.
A sophisticated society
Where nothings real and everything's a lie.
So I'll just push you all away,
Exclude you from my future plans.
This is what I want, why I'll take these actions.
The tea's thrown in someones face,
A stained dress and an upturned table,
With broken china and scattered silver wear.
A mass of confusion with people standing,
Horrified at the mess I've created, what I've done.
They stare, and scream about their ruined day,
But no one asks me two simple words
To show that I matter, that they care.
'What's wrong?' was all I wanted to hear
But I suppose I should have expected this,
I live with these people, I know their ways.
That their thoughts are never on sympathy,
But rather centered around themselves
Creating a better image, dignified and righteous,
Changing how they are perceived.
But they don't see, see what's going on around them.
See the person that was sitting in front of them,
See that she's confused and lost
Begging with her eyes for you to care, for you to help.
She needs you, wants you
Even though she knows that your help will never come.
Can't you hear her plea?
Can't you hear my plea?!
But no, you're still deaf, and now blind too.
You cannot seem to hear the message,
Hidden behind my words.
So I gathered everyone here,
To brake down all the walls, shatter things.
But these reactions I've gotten...
Show me that my plea will never be heard
That you wouldn't even understand,
If I told you why I needed you.
So I walk away from the mess I've created of things,
I'll turn my back on what I thought was once so right,
Walk away from the things that I can't handle,
Because you've brought me down for too long now
You all have, intentionally or not
So,I'm leaving this tea party behind,
And the last taste of me you'll get
Is one of rudeness and destruction, cruelty and desperation.
This is the end I tell you, over and over again
But this world is full of lies,
So no one will ever believe me;
I don't even believe myself
My voice, my plea...
I cannot hear it, I cannot feel it,
I can't see.
Not any longer...

Reviews

[deeps]

I like this write alot,
This is wonderful

[Livana Lowell]

Once again, I've been grasped by the first line.

A tea party...? What a unique way to express the agitation of a world of lies and self indulgence, wrapping the mind around a classic event.

I love the connotation to the fakeness of things and the repetion used to make the writer even stronger and more emotional. These were my favorite lines:

Can't you hear her plea?
Can't you hear my plea?!

I heard the anger in the voice and I don't mean read either. I enjoyed this poem. I really complement you on a job well done.