I can't believe you took your time and read my poetry.
I wonder what it was that made you want to look and see.
The word that I had written, did they really touch your heart.
I wonder in some small way, my words became part of you,
Or were you only looking so you could tear my words apart.
To dissect my emotions, as if it were a game, your motives I cannot help but question their aim.
Were you searching for connection or simply seeking to disdain?
Did you find solace in my words, or did you find only pain?
Did my vulnerability captivate you, or did it go in vain?
Did you see yourself reflected, or did it all feel inane?
Did my poetry resonate or did it all feel contrived?
© Zeenab Majeed