Please Listen

Please listen to what I have to say.
Help you some day it may.
Please take the time
and see what's in my mind.

People may hear but do not listen.
They don't know what they're missing.
They may say that they care
but their actions say they don't want to share.

It may seem that I'm not quite all here,
but I'm still somewhat near.
Just because I don't act the way you expect
doesn't mean that I don't need respect.

There's an art
to reading the heart.
But people don't seem to want to try.
Sometimes, it just makes you want to cry.

If only you know what I've seen
and listen to what I mean.
Some of it's hard to bear
and I don't know how to share.

It's difficult to confess
all that I want to express.
My emotions can be quite strong
though sometimes it feels like they're gone.
(and of many people I'm very fond.)

Myself I would like to be.
Don't you see?
I have a mission
to get out of this prison.

I have much to say.
Please don't say nay.
I often feel left out
and somewhat of a lout.

Sometimes I want to sigh
and to all give a goodbye.
Does anyone dare
to say that they care?

Look at me.
What do you see?
Does anything race
across my face?

There's a purpose
for what's under the surface.
Please take the time
for there's much to find.

There's much I don't know how to say.
Please show me the way.
I would like to share,
and yes, I do care.


By Morris Legran Cox
February 20, 1998