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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:45 pm

We are stuck. Jammed. In a generation the only cares for there own problems.

An "Imma do me" generation if you will.

We can't do this anymore, we have got to start caring again.
There are too many people, with too many problems, but no one to tell them to.

We can't keep our own secrets forever. Everyone needs someone to tell things to. I am usually that person.

I listen, and help. It's what I'm built for. I can't sit around someone who is upset and not ask whats wrong.

My friends do the same for me, everyone needs someone like that. To tell there problems to.

But most of won't listen because we are lost in our own conceit. I cannot stand it when people know when something is wrong and do nothing.

So lets listen to each other, and pay attention to someone other than ourselves.

Screw Imma do me, I got too many people to care about.

So lets step out of this "Imma do me" generation, and put the love back in revolution.

Together, we will have Manifest Breakout.

Bust out of little conceited, confined lives, and get out there and care for and help those who need it.

Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 5:39 pm

I've been feeling the same way...

Thanks for putting my anger and frustration into fluent poetry!

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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:46 pm

Sorta rough around the edges in terms of fluency and flow. If you consider submiting this is a magazine or anything, you may have to do a little pruning and weeding, if you will. Just to shorten it and clean it up.

But I doubt that was your goal, over all though (but if it was, I can probably help you! I've written a few poems in my day wink !). The message itself is spot on! I totally agree! It's awkward enough to be a sobbing mess in front of people (I know from experience), but what makes it worse is that people think that it's better to ignore people in obvious pain! Trust me, I've been the heart broken mess with the runny nose and blood shot eyes plenty of times! The one thing that would have made it better was if one... just ONE person had the guts to not ignore me and ask me what was wrong!

AND to nudge me a little if I'm hesitant to start spilling forth my heart and soul. I may say "I don't wanna talk about it", but what I mean is "I only wanna talk to someone who cares! If you have better things to do, leave me alone!" Hell, if I don't wanna talk about it, I'll cry in the bathroom, or better yet, in my room face down in my spongebob throw pillow with the T.V. on blaring The Nanny full blast while eating cheese nips! Unless you see that scenario, then yes, I wanna talk about it, and don't take no for an answer!

The way I got it figured, there are 2 kinds of people. Those who aren't afraid to show heart ache in public or are fairly comfortable in reaching out to the strangers around us. And then the rest of them! I'm of the first group, personally! It's not good or bad to be in either group, but it's how you treat the other group that matters.

Sure, not everyone may be like this, or at least, not everyone will admit to being like that! But a lot of people probably are. We don't like being ignored! And we know what it's like to hurt! We won't ignore you when your in a moment of vulnerability and weakness, so don't ignore us! Just a simple "are you okay?" would suffice. If we are insistent on not being a burden, we'll simply nod and say "yeah..." with a small smile that says "Thank you for caring enough to see my pain. At least there's one decent person in the world!" (but if we're desperate, we will go on to tell you what happened that broke our hearts). If you care on a deeper level, you may ask "what happened?", and we may or may not refuse to speak, the classic "I don't wanna talk about it". If you sincerely care, or you may simply have 15 minutes to kill, you may say "you can tell me!" or something along those lines. Something to insist us to communicate. Then in stubbling sobs, we spill forth our passionate pain. That's the ideal exchange.

But usually, the awkward moment prevents those who can help us from... well helping. So in the sense, I totally connected with what you were saying! Awesome work!

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