It's Enough

 

So tired of taking my time

For people who evidently

Don't think it's worth much.

 

So tired of making efforts

For people who clearly don't 

Consider I'm worth a minute.

 

So tired of the rudeness

People seem comfortable to

Throw my way somehow.

 

So tired of being nice to

People who don't care that I

Have feelings like everyone.

 

So tired of being treated

Like I don't matter at all,

And I think I'm quite done.

 





Diary by IB M The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-29 at 14:34

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel the angst you describe, IBM. I would advise readers to read between the lines of this, and see that a facet of this could apply to loads of we poets who give of ourselves and know not where our words land. Nor know how they land: Softly, or with a loud crash? For me your poem tweaked a string, a chord if you will. :) Blessings, Allen
2024-09-29


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Hearing this loud and clear as it comes from from a place only a few would truly understand. Very resonant.
2024-09-29