Tell Me

#Don’tTellMe that I’m fat when I know it is my nose
That keeps you near my door when I sit by the phone.
Seldom are we together when you share your essay
So I keep myself online where I am better than you know.

#Don’tTellMe that you care about the serious things
When I see you with your friends and all their cars
I know you would rather be with them than me
As I wait for you each night and find you with Mr Singh.

#Don’tTellMe that I’m carefree when you seek the higher land
And I can’t understand why you want to be Enlightened.
Am I not good enough for you? When you need more than the loo,
And I could be there tomorrow for your lecture and seminar sorrow?

#TellMe that you love me and send me some sexy texts
So that I can get on with my friends and be better than my Ex.
This is the meaning of life, far from the grown up employed strife
Where I am the star of the show and I am also all that #UKnow.

Fanciful star of your own world where eyes roll back into their sockets
And other bots put their hands in their poky pockets
#TellMe that I am more than your phone when you leave me all alone
And I cannot get to date U at Uni where I rather rate you.

Give me 5 stars and seldom will I try
To be more than a handsome guy
Where the news is rather thin
Of the worry of the warrior Djjin:
That tells Allah of my sorrow
And how I will #TellHim Judgement questions tomorrow.

AI Summary

The poem voices a speaker who feels judged, sidelined, and replaced, pushing back against someone who claims to care while consistently choosing others — friends, cars, enlightenment, university life — over the relationship. The repeated “#Don’tTellMe” becomes a shield against hypocrisy and emotional neglect, while the speaker’s loneliness is amplified by digital dependence, jealousy, and the ache of being left behind in both love and ambition. The poem blends humour, bitterness, and vulnerability as it critiques spiritual pretence, social performance, and the shallow validation of ratings and sexy texts, ending with a plea for recognition that is both cosmic and personal, invoking angels, jinn, and judgement as metaphors for the desire to be seen, valued, and forgiven.

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