Be Me

Since when was silence so loud?

And since when was expression so ignored?

Turn your cheek, and you won’t see, won’t hear, won’t care

Just ignore the me that is found in you.

There is such a difference between you and me.

But between us there is only one word.

…Silence, silence…

My silence is of both feeling and sound.

Stop feeling that way about that person and you will forget.

Stop talking and you won’t hurt yourself anymore.

But I don’t change… Only weaken.

And your silence becomes more painful with each aching gasp.

Don’t forget yourself.

Don’t forget me.

The me inside of you.

The me that screams out

I WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN

and all the other things

you want, desire, and need so desperately

that you’ll no longer breathe without.

So remember me

or I’ll be gone.

And I am what everyone needs,

although I am fought against so fiercely

with walls

barriers

words

and silence.

You silence is killing me.

Me, happiness.

So don’t bury me in the dirt like you would a bone

or some broken toy.

I am always accessible, my darling.

So make some sound, darling, and be me.

Ok, hello again. I wrote this in 6th hour today (poetry) when I realized that I had not smiled (or spoken, except when asked a question, and even then I was quiet) all day. Does that sound abnormal? I think so too. I mean, I’m generally a happy person, but I need someone I’ve known for a long time around me in order to say what’s on my mind, and that bothers me. Thus, this poem. Please review and tell me what you think.

- QueSeraSera