Listen, Poems on being Gay, Bipolar, and Alive

February 10, 2019

Listen

Listen to me when I cry,
I’m not asking for your opinion or advice,
I’m asking for your shoulder where I can cry,
I’m only asking for a little of your time.

Listen to me when I am depressed,
To yell at me “Get over it!” does not help me,
I do not get sick at will. I did not choose to be ill,
I’m asking for your understanding.

Listen to me when I have fears and tears,
To tell me: “It’s all in your head,” does not encourage me,
Yes, it is in my head, that’s why it’s a mental illness,
I have no control of these fears or shedding tears.

Listen to me when I’m in agony,
To tell me: “You want attention,” does not comfort me,
I’m not five years old and don’t need you to scold me,
I need you to comprehend my agonizing pain.

Listen to me when I am depressed,
I’m not asking for attention and it’s not always in my head,
My illness is real. Real to me, I feel it every day,
Why do you undermine my pain?

Listen to me when I cry,
It hurts me when you don’t listen and ignore my pain,
I am your son, your brother, your nephew,
I am your cousin, your blood and your friend.

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