Unspoken

Just because I’m quiet, does not mean I cannot speak,

Simply because I am crying, does not mean that I am weak.

So perhaps I cannot even stand,

Lost the ground beneath my weary feet,

But my heart, it races swift and stanch,

In endless bounds and ecstatic leaps.

How dare you proffer me a careless hand

When you were the cause of my ungainly fall,

What am I really in your arctic eyes

Stupid young and small?

You’re always screaming; stop!

Please; no more weeping,

You’re killing me, why don’t you see?

I could dress in cherry pink and zebra stripes

Yet still nothing I could be but simply me.

Don’t raise your voice, I’m listening,

I don’t mean to make you frown…

Maybe I am just a little worthless,

But I don’t need you to put me down.

Why do you have that look on your face?

Like all I do is Disappoint.

I really don’t mean to stumble and even fall,

But on top of that your constant yelling

Makes me feel so very small.

How could you treat me like this?

Yes, I demand to know!

I am you child, a living thing

Not a dog with a line to toe.

There you go, you’re crying again

How many “I’m sorry” s is it going to take

To make you see and understand

That giving me life was not another mistake.

I guess I’m sad

But then you are blind,

Yet I must be dumb

To fear to speak my mind.

I remember the laughter of long ago years

But with it comes shadows of ageless unshed tears.

Now it must be foolish to wonder how long

I wish I had spoken, before you had gone