The words you say are clear.
I hear you but don’t listen.
I am busy. Can’t slow down.
Can’t? Won’t… Don’t… Are they different?
Truth? I owe it to you.
I do not want to listen.
I do not like your words.
They aren’t supportive. They aren’t caring.
They are selfish, full of revenge.
I get through this moment, somehow.
I notice that you finished talking.
I smile. You won’t see tears.
I walk away to someplace quiet.
I will cry my tears alone.
I compose myself and find friends.
They will listen to my words.
I am thankful to have them.