Here

I see all of these people
Dying for someone to hear them
For someone to care

But no
No one wants to listen
Their ears are too deafened
By their own waves
Of self-pity

So they will all write
Writing makes them feel better
Or so they say

Would I be hypocritical to ask
Why they want critique
On something so private

Complete strangers can make our world go round
Because there are no expectations
Only understanding here