They,

The ones I call my friends

Lovely creatures that often entertain

Spilling tea and beans and all that’s spicy,

They think they aren’t committing a crime-

When comments are passed on the food I’m served,

The amount of money I’m getting, shouldn’t it hurt?

Me, 

Who’s getting it all, 

When they do not

Why am I being loved by close ones,

When they do not.

Oh, surely they mean well,

When they choose to whisper their thoughts away,

Keep callin’ me a friend

Then shoo my opinions as if what I say

Is idle talk but then why do they forget-

That what they say, is not important at all?

Still, they mean so well,

Because of course, I was at fault

Expressing when I don’t understand

Complicated words, and complicated arts-

Of hating and abusing, no,

I don’t understand.

Chill out- they tell me

Shut up, you’re annoying- is often on their lips,

They call it comfort

But for me

It’s only hurt.

Then when I choose to keep quiet-

They’ll tell me- why on earth are you so sad

As if I’m not human, I don’t have feelings

And all that I’m supposed to do

Is speak in ways they please

Oh, but they mean so well,

When they kill my soul, little by little

Then confuse themselves,

With questions for which answers-

Are hidden 

in the back of their minds.

Oh, but they mean so well…