The Echoer

the echoer 

you don’t have anything else to say? 

i tire of being repeated 

if i wanted to have a conversation with myself 

I could have just looked in a mirror 

even that one person monologue would be something new 

an argument or a different point of view 

something contrary 

something to make me laugh 

do you have an opinion? 

any thought of your own? 

maybe I just can’t hear them 

when all you ever say 

has already been said 

just moments before 

i hope you know it pisses me off

your unoriginal spiel 

higher than a mumble but quieter than anything that requires passion to make it alive 

i feel bad for you 

any animation in your speech is trapped in your head 

maybe it’s because you’re still young 

still learning in early stages 

your wings haven’t grown in fully 

which is why all you ever seem to do is hover 

i pity whatever did or didn’t happen in your life to make you such 

an echoer.