The alphabet,
I use to invent words to fit with each letter,
Always joyful,
Z for zoo,
J for joy,
C for candy,
And on and on,
But lately it begin sounding more like,
P for pain,
H for help,
D for depression,
And I can't turn it off,
It's living in my mind rent free,
And I hate it.
I hate myself,
For everything and for being,
Invisible
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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...
