Familiar Voices Poem by Sarah Pesta

My back faces the sound of what I hear
I try not to listen, but then I recognize the voices

Every time I know the same thing is being said
Why do I have to hear it all the time

Nothing I can do will make things better
It would only make them worse

I admit that they say things I want to hear
But to whom they speak to is a different story

Can things I say be the start to something else
Or will everything happen for the reasons I have