Ya know, all I’ve ever done “wrong” is to wanna talk, talk about what’s goin’ on in my head, or in yours, or in theirs, or even the lady’s upstairs,
but that just seems to be the worst thing ever, to wanna voice my opinion and say what’s the matter in this world,
and most people don’t like it, they just wanna fight it and say that there must be something wrong with ME,
but how can that be when THEY get to speak so freely?
I mean I’m not angry, I just wanna try and understand about what’s so wrong with it - is it just that you don’t wanna hear it…
…that is unless it comes from you and your point of view?
I mean is it that I’m too far gone with my thoughts, to wanna just talk, talk and get it out; to try and figure out what the hell it all means,
c’mon please, help me understand, ‘cause when I do stop, then I’m told that I CAN talk, talk it out and express myself, that I should test myself and let it out,
or?
Maybe I should just stick to what people need - to what makes THEM happy, to people please,
OR, maybe I should just write it all out, out in my poetry…..
pfft, I dunno, ya got me.
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Jess Boyes
From Melbourne, Australia, I love creative writing and food, particularly a good quality cheese or some sort of dairy.
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Who would’ve thought that doing something wrong meant trying to start a conversation. This piece is so relatable. I feel like I am not even in the world, I just walk through it and then get back home. It’s unfair, isn’t it. The things they say we can’t do is the very thing they get to do so freely. This piece is a perfect image of what it looks like to watch all the contradictions. Then you realise that you’re also in a world where nobody talks with you but at you. Where it feels like you’re talking to a brick wall, or more like forgetting how your own voice sounds. Because everything is out of bounds… until you write, then we can breathe. What a wonderful feeling that is. I loved this piece 👌🏽👏🏽♥️
love this piece
I'm a pathological people pleaser who's learning how not to people please. So I'd say no for you to do that or so what makes them happy. Always only do what makes you happy. Screw them all!
As someone who generally likes to hear what others think, I found your prose enticing. Great topic!
Ach, it's a terrible cycle, isn't it? Trying to work out what's right, wrong and everything in between. You're dead right, some people...okay. loooooooooads of people can be like that. "Oh yeah, I want you to share your thoughts" "Oh, why do you think that...are you a moron?" lol. I think you really figured it out by the end. Though, I think we should be able to voice our opinions...as long as we are being at least reasonable. And to be honest, sometimes even when we are being unreasonable. And anyone that stops you...is not worth the effort? Lovely bit of poetry though. Love just how you have your own unique voice with these kinda pieces! Well done, Jess!