Hear me

Hear me

A Poem by Rosegal95
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a poem for those who feel unheard

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Can anybody out there hear me?
Here I sit pouring out my soul, 
Crying out loud
feeling hurt and used
I tell everyone that I am 
OK
that I'm alright
I promise them all 
I will make through the night.
even though If I were to be truly honest,
I cannot promise that.
I am terrified to sleep
I am scared to rest
I push and I push so I don't have to think
I keep my mind racing
I keep my heart burning with a passion 
for better things.
But can anybody hear me?
Can they not see through this
Fisade? 
can they not tell that while
I smile, 
I hold back tears?
can someone please just ask me once,
just once,
 how am I REALLY doing?
I want so much to ask for your help
but I can't
Physically something inside me
hides. 
it makes me think
 that I am alright
until you leave
and then 
again 
it surfaces
and I am left 
in tears
scared
and
hopeless
can anybody hear me?
This mask
that I wear
it worn and chipped
I cannot wear it 
much longer
someone please cut the string
that holds to my face
and see the real me
please
please just someone
take my hand
and see that I need you
someone 
please
Can anybody hear me?

© 2015 Rosegal95


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Spectacular thought....Thumbs up!

Posted 9 Years Ago


It's like a shell, if closed - ignored, when opened... wonders.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I definitely used to feel this way Savannah... felt so small in such a big world. It doesn't help that I push most friends away but sometimes we get into that funk where we wonder if there is anyone to hear us. I liked it... enjoyed it very much :)

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on May 14, 2015
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Rosegal95
Rosegal95

Baxter, MN



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I have always liked to write, ever since I was very young. I was constantly writing short stories and making up new concepts in my mind. I love to mainly write free verse, it helps to clear my mind. b.. more..

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