Rope

Before I am heard I am seen,

Before I am understood I am dismissed.

Before I belong I am exiled,

Before I speak I am silenced.

And yet you still ask me this;

Do you think if you were kinder you’d be heard?

Do you think if you were more patient you’d be understood?

Do you think you exclude yourself?

Do you think if you want to speak, you should listen?

And when I do all of those things, and check each item off your list

You bring rope to tie another noose over my head,

And ask me why I’ve hung myself? Though silence is what you get,

And finally you’ve gotten your wish.