No One Wants To Listen
By: joyfulmusic
I don't own FMA.
Author's note:
Maybe I shouldn't post this. It's 2:58 a.m. and I'm not sure if posting something I've written at such a late hour is a good idea. But I'm going to anyway, before I change my mind. It's something that was just in my head and I thought I'd type it up. I suppose it might be how Al feels. Maybe… or maybe I've just had a bad day.
No one wants to listen. Everyone wants to be heard, but no one is wiling to hear. Each person does it, very few are different from this form. Those who do vary from this attitude are the ones which all others turn to. They are the ones on which all others cast their woes.
I myself stand, taking in all that they say. Sometimes I find myself giving advice, only to have it thrown back in my face. Yet day by day I listen to the words that they speak. They flow into my mind becoming an endless sea. Sorrow and despair are all piled on top of me. I take it all in without complaint.
However, when I try to break free from my mold, to tell how I feel… they become distant. Everyone wants to be heard, but no one wants to listen. So I return to being silent, once more a vestal for their troubles, which they are quick to fill. I find myself no more than a statue on which to lean.