You did not understand my ideas,
neither my laughs or my tears…
because you did not know how to listen.
You did not notice my sorrows,
neither my joys or tomorrows…
because you were not aware of listening.
You did not realize my progresses,
neither my adventures or successes…
because you were not able to listen.
You did not perceive my emptiness,
not my scarcities or regrets…
because you did not want to listen.
You did not see my stars,
neither wounds or scars…
because you never tried to listen.
You never cared for my schemes,
neither my fears or my dreams…
because you ignored to listen.
how great it would have been,
if you could see within, and had known