Here
Always the odd one.
Always the weird one.
Always the lame one.
Always the outcast.
Always the left out.
Always forgotten about.
Always never thought about it.
The famous lines sink in my skin every single time. 'Sorry I didn't see you there.'
'I didn't know you were there.'
'I didn't know you were here.'
'I forgot about you.'
People always left me feeling like Alessia, like what am I doing here?
Always felt by myself even if I wasn't by myself.
Always felt invisible in a room full of people.
Never was treated like I belonged.
Never was accepted as if I was fully wanted.
Never truly felt like I belonged here. -J.S.
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Bare Soul
PoetryMy Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never sha...
