For as long as I can remember,
I have always being feeling like this,
Hidden,
Forgotten,
But I'm fine right?
I always wanted to be,
Pretty,
I guess you can say that I am yes,
Pretty ugly,
But I'm fine right?
I always wanted to be a flower,
Delicate,
The truth is that in fact I am delicate,
But not in the way that I wanna be,
I am delicate in the way that one small word could make me cry,
I am delicate,
But not in the beautiful way,
But I'm fine right?
But you see,
I'm not fine,
Fine is a pretty word I gotta admit,
But it's also,
Full,
Of,
Lies,
Fine is a word that any one will use if they feel the exact contrary of this word,
Sad,
Empty,
Angry...
But it's fine right?
It's not as if anybody cares.
Im alone in this,
Oh,
So ugly world.
I'm an outcast,
Lonely,
Alone,
Invisible...
But it's fine right?
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The Art Of Being: Invisible || p o e t r y
PoetryHave you ever wondered what happens in someone's mind? Whenever you passed them in the hallways or just looked at them and smiled? When you notice them sitting alone and walking looking down at the floor? We all seen at least one person always alone...
