Not heard

Fri, 07/31/2020 - 01:31 -- Pig pig

I want to be heard

I yell, scream, but I'm never heard.

I cry

I scream more

And yell until 

My throat hurts.

The only way to be heard is pain.

Hurt others to be heard.

Hurt yourself to be heard.

To be heard is to be hated.

And criticized

And hurt

And possibly killed

and I don't want to be that way

Just hurt.

And hurt.

No one can be heard until the world gets a taste of what they are doing to you!

This poem is about: 
Our world


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