A million words fight to break free.
So many, that I cannot speak.
I try and I try, but it doesn’t matter.
I am mute, my voice lost to this world.
I have so many things to say.
So many emotions to convey.
But it doesn’t matter.
I do not have the voice with which to speak the words I long to say.
Ya know
Sometimes I don’t think
That things will ever get better
Sometimes I don’t see
How they really could
But I’m not always like that
Sometimes I think
“Maybe someday”
“Maybe it will improve”
Hello
My name is Jaden
I am fifteen
And this is a poem
About me
About how I feel
Being a teenager
In 2025
Distance
Rain
Endless nights
With no end in sight
I’ve been told I’m not worth it
Am I really going to listen to the words of
Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human
Comments
...then (if this is about you), I hope that you keep writing! With this poem, you made a crucial first step. You WERE able to tell the world something, say through the written word that communication is a struggle. This already means you're getting somewhere. Don't lose hope.
Thanks. I appreciate the support.
I struggle sometimes with nonverbality, and that was the inspiration for this poem. It was my way of communicating when I couldn’t speak.
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