How is it the more I speak,
The more I feel misunderstood?
What’s the point of speaking,
When it never does me any good?
Why do I even bother,
What can be said or done?
No one wants deep relationships,
And I’m tired of every shallow one.
I have no energy to waste,
On trivial conversations.
There’s no worth for me in social conventions.
I’d rather dwell on inner contemplations.
I wish I didn’t have to speak,
When there’s no point to anyway.
No one listens or understands,
Or cares to try as they may…
To know another soul,
And connect beyond the skin.
It hurts too much to try again,
Just to drown once more in the skin.
K. Aldaya, 4/14/16
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