Making a scene

When I questioned
was affected
by the thrashing
of the world
This child’s words
would pound
against the walls
Drawing
resentful glances

Stop making me
unblock my ears
to listen to you ask
Stop pointing
at the things
that I do not
want to see
Stop hurting
as they hurt
Stop crying
as they cry
I am happy
to ignore it
to go
about my day
And here you are
making a scene
I’d rather
was not

Oh
I never stopped
wondering why
I just stopped
wondering
out loud

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