Howling At The Moon Poem by nisha dyrene

What does it matter?
How many tears
Or how many hurts
What does it matter?
What I say or what I don’t
What I feel
Or worse what I think
My explanations you ignore
My apologies you scoff at
My feelings are swept under the carpet

You do not try to understand anymore
Somewhere along the way
You decided you had me all figured out
You tell me what I am trying to do
You tell me what I mean

Somewhere along the way
I started defending myself
Now that is all I do

There is no time to tell you what I feel
There is no time to deal with
What you say I feel
With what you say I mean

I am tired of it all

I am not yet destroyed

Once in a lot of whiles
I crawl to the surface and scream for air
And I burst like a thunderstorm of feeling

Then I am dropped like a hot potato
And kicked under the carpet
Where all my feelings lie in a soft pillow
That I cling to at night

One day I will crawl out from the under the carpet
Where you have so carefully placed me
And I will run away and never return