A quandary presents itself

When I tell you the hard truths, the things you don't want to hear but need to, the things you will never, whether out of fear of confrontation or fear of me or even a bizarre sort of care, tell me, when I tell you those things that you need to hear and that I need to say, do I simply shout into a vacuum?

I need to tell you things that you don't like to hear because I will not live dishonestly. I will not lie and say that everything is fine while you keep your fingers in your ears in case I tell the truth accidentally, that truth that you do not wish to hear. I know that you do not like to discuss feelings, things that get to the heart of us, things that might hurt, but all I have to offer you is how I feel.

When you do not even tell me that you have heard what I said, I can't assume that you have. So my words and my feelings exist only in a vacuum. Because you don't care enough to tell me what you think, even though I cared enough not to lie to you.