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The Listening Chair

The listening chair
Is where I staple people
To a wooden seat
I’ll hammer nails into their feet
So they may never move
Without ripping some appendage
Nowhere to go
Look at me

The listening chair
May be a painful sit
But it’s no comparison to the ignorance I’ve dealt with for years on end
Silence from you stings
And my mouth is tired of being wasteful
For my own sake, you must allow me
To have my way
So tune in...

If I could ever wish one thing
It would be for people to open their ears to the cries I so reluctantly scream
And it really breaks my heart to know that love is selective
And never shared with me
It changed me
What the hell?

Next time I choose to expend my energy
Make sure you stop and absorb things

Because if you dare turn from me

Dare excuse it

Dare decide to go deaf for a minute

You’ll find yourself there

Crucified to

The listening chair.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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