Poem of the Week: An Observer

You have no room

to speak on my trauma & pain

when you were only an observer, an outsider.

You watched me, but you never listened.

You questioned me, but never asked what I desperately needed to hear.

Now here you are,

plucking my stitches out one by one,

reopening deeply rooted wounds that I thought I had healed.

Now here you are,

thinking you knew everything

when you know nothing.

You saw what I wanted you to see.

You heard what I wanted you to hear,

but it seems my cry for help was not loud enough,

for all you did was watch & listen.