Member Poem

I know “this too will pass”
Not very often I’m in the mood
So I cover it with a mask;
From everyone including you.
I’m not supposed to feel
I’m just supposed to be
While you get to do what you do.
I’m tired and frustrated.
But my frustration is not anger.
It’s hurt, the kind that comes from feeling unseen, unheard and misunderstood.
When I try to explain how I feel.
I think my tone betrayed me.
I wish you would listen to me.
Not to defend yourself,
To just hear me!
So that I know my feelings matter to you even when it doesn’t even make sense.