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Finally Someone Listening

A Short Poem

By Jasmine CrabtreePublished 4 years ago 2 min read
Finally Someone Listening
Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

I'm not just some okay toy

Something you can use

Don't bother trying to act coy

Or I'll be something that you lose.

They never want to date me

And I always deal with lies

I’m trying hard to let it be

But I’m always cutting ties

I'm tired of the high school games

Alone I always cry

Erasing and forgetting names

I’m starting not to try

Ignoring every message

I just don’t want to talk

I’m trudging through this wreckage

But I still can’t find the lock

Fucking stuck inside my fear

I’m always getting shot

Inside my mind it’s all in here

The voice in every thought

Forced to find the peace within

To finally love myself

But still my fear it settles in

Just sitting on its shelf

I’m always getting cheated

No one ever sticks around

As soon as things get heated

Their feet always hit the ground

I’m tired of the heartache

And the cheating and the lies

It all gives me a stomachache

At night you hear my cries

Two years is a damn long road

With no one by your side

I’m used to such a fucking load

It hits me like a tide

My parents didn’t stay too long

They got tired too

I’m sorry for such a sad song

I’m a little out of tune

Broken from the bruises

And the demons in my head

No one really chooses

How someone made them dead

Healed from all my emptiness

I got rid of all my pain

Except the words that were said to me

Those tend to leave a stain

As much as I feel confident

I’m still so insecure

About the shit inside my head

Fuck, I’m trying here

Not everyone is perfect

And that’s not such a sin

Cause we’re all a bit unholy

From wearing ourselves thin

Of course there’s always sadness

But you can’t just let it win

Not everyone is tragic

Not all hearts are made of tin

Trying to find the right words

My trust a little worn

They kinda tangled all my chords

This feels all crazy foreign

I wonder where the road will lead

And where my heart could take me

I always have a tasking deed

To rid feelings that distaste me

Just so independent

But I’ve always had to be

Inside my heart it left a dent

The feelings I can’t see

I don’t need them to fix this

I can do that by myself

My problems are my problems

I don’t need no fucking help

The only thing I really need

The one thing that could help

If things would just go right for once

I definitely wouldn’t yelp

Inside myself I found it deep

The piece that I was missing

For myself I took a leep

And finally now I’m listening

slam poetry

About the Creator

Jasmine Crabtree

Just a writer looking to share some stories.

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