You never see me,
Never at all,
I'm always in a corner down the hall,
Even if I did try to be noticed,
No one would listen,
I'm nice to you but never a nice thing back,
All it is, is a stab in the back,
Hope you're all happy because now I'm dead,
Lying here in my bed.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetrypoems that are written by me, but some may be by someone else but I will let you know if there's a poem that I didn't make.
