Everyone is selfish,
in their own tiny way.
I just want someone to hear
the things I have to say.
I want you to know what I have been through
how hard it's been to persevere,
you just want me to stop talking,
this is too hard for you to hear.
I think my need to talk it out,
trumps your need to not be hurt.
You think your comfort more important
and stick your head in the dirt.
"Can we please change the subject?"
Your continual request.
How can I ever deal with what happened,
if I cannot get it off my chest?
I need to tell someone about it,
I need to share this load.
If I always keep it bottled up,
someday I might explode.