There are people
who don't know what it means
to be sensitive.
They make fun
of the fact that you feel
more deeply than they do.
I'm not a wimp.
I'm not a baby.
I'm not crying because someone
took my toy
and it's the second grade
all over again.
To tell someone
I don't feel anything
To pretend
That i'm okay
is to lie.
"Go run to your room
like always."
Avoiding conversation
because words boil in your mind
and you know
if you stay around
it's going to overflow.
Tell me something
more than insults.
Do more
than shove knives
down my throat.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
There are people
who don't know what it means
to be sensitive.
They make fun
of the fact that you feel
more deeply than they do.
I'm not a wimp.
I'm not a baby.
I'm not crying because someone
took my toy
and it's the second grade
all over again.
To tell someone
I don't feel anything
To pretend
That i'm okay
is to lie.
"Go run to your room
like always."
Avoiding conversation
because words boil in your mind
and you know
if you stay around
it's going to overflow.
Tell me something
more than insults.
Do more
than shove knives
down my throat.
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