Self-Medicating Amateur Physician

when you feel alone i guess

Apparently my existence is solely useful

for the woes and tears of joy

and the story of a thumping heart.

My ears only here to hear

others’ entire “internal monologue”.

How I wish I were able to listen

to myself for once.

These lovely, legal pills

dull silly selfish thoughts.

They call me “best friend”

and “secret keeper”. The

amount of whispers thrown

my way is unthinkable.

The amount of whispers

I mutter, hushed,

at the early hours of 2:54am

is unimaginable.

Yet again, my own whispers

cease to matter

even before they are uttered.

My ears only here to hear

others’ entire “internal monologue”.

Reviews

[Brielle Cartny]

I understand the frustration that your subject is feeling. We often appear to ignore ourselves and seem forced by our own conscience to listen to what others have to say. Very well done! A nice concept and read!