Brushing own opinion aside
Casting own voice away
Dragged by others’ decision
Am I voiceless?
Too caring?
Too concern?
Living in accordance to others’ voice
Am I voiceless?
Unwilling to hurt others’ feelings
But I am hurting inside
Alive but voiceless
Losing myself
Loneliness rule
Voicing out
Only to be rejected
Only to be misunderstood
Loneliness rule
Taken for granted?
Taken advantaged?
Loneliness rule
Am I voiceless?
Am I voiceless . . . ?
Are my opinions worthless?
Does ………
……. anybody
……………….. care?
Inspiration On: Monday, 21 April 2014 from 12:45am to 4:38am
Current upheaval life from inside and outside rubbed salt into my past pain and worsened it deeply. Thus, such feelings evokes and birthing out this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you for reading my poetry.
Yoshiko 
This really, truly, speaks to my heart. Thank you!
I am so glad you commented today…I have no idea how you got unfollowed. I think I will choose to blame my iPhone because it is the source of all things evil in my life. It hates me. 🙂 Well, refollowed, and very happy about it.
Oh, and by the way…..I care!! 🙂 Hugs!
Thank, Skye, for your lovely comments. Hugs to you too 🙂
I care, and your opinions are important !!! … Have a great day, sweetheart. = )
you describe how i feel
Glad 🙂
Yoshiko, this is where I am now…my heart is broken…and I am trying to find my way again…I think I allowed myself into a relationship where I did give “too much”…and lost myself…a friend told me, “equanimity.” I have begun to study Buddhism a few years ago…and I recalled that word…equanimity. I lost my sense of balance…balance in giving and receiving. Now I have to move forward out of my sorrow…and it is so painfully difficult…
Dear Jane, I empathize with how you feel. Me too give in too much in my relationship with my families and clients until I go through sense of depression and sick of everything. We can learn together how to cope with our sense of imbalance in our giving. You can email me at zyoshiko@rocketmail.com if you need confidant. I can understand. Yoshiko
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Reblogged this on carmen and commented:
No, you are not Yoshiko.
Lovely poem, Yoshiko. It’s a gift when our words and our heart are truly heard. It’s robbery when the other person does not listen but expects us to hear them.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Yes it is a gift when our words and hearts are heard and listened. Thank you for your visit 🙂
Blessings too,
Yoshiko
hope you will soon listen to your soul and find your path to happiness and peace.