Talking to you, I feel invisible
Like I'm not actually here but I am
The more I shout the less I'm capable
Of catching your attention, unable I am
You are praised like a God, people love you
But I'm not important enough, to seek
Your eye, to become a person that you knew
Not just someone you pass by, I'm too bleak
I'll try to be popular, in your crowd
They don't like me though, I'm too different
I've never fit in, I guess I'm not loud
Enough, my clothes are hand-me-downs nothing current
Thought family came first, not backstabbing friends
I just need your help, I'm not meeting ends.
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Secrets for Words
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written. Many of them feature depression and self harm because that was been something I have been surrounded with these past years. If you read these you're being let into some of my inner feelings. Just know that the...
