Please listen.

PLEASE LISTEN.

If you happens to be a guang yang student, you might have seen this before

Whatever the case is, please look through it again. Enjoy!

When I ask you to listen to me
and your started giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn't feel this way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do--just hear me.
Advice is cheap;20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
you and get about this business
of understanding what's behind
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes,
for some people--because God is mute,
and he doesn't give advice or try
to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work
it out yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn--and I will listen to you.

This whole poem exactly shows how I feel whenever Im with my friends.
Anyway, I like this poem very much. How about you?