My Friend, The Paper

I'm screaming it

All out loud.

And yet…

Paper is the only thing

That will listen.

Nobody else

Will take the time.

To care.

They only have to listen,

Not much

On their part.

And yet…

It must be because

No one spares moment.

So here I am,

Baring myself to

An inanimate object.

But what would I do,

I wonder,

If the paper turned

Against me, too?