Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)

The Unnoticed

This is a poem that no one will see
That is a drawing one one will see
These are my hands that go unnoticed
Fidgeting and picking at the fear of being noticed
These are my eyes, they see this world different
These are my words, they dont see the light of day
This is my hair, a dark mess that will never be less
These are my legs, they bounce when I'm nervous
This is my body, I don't want to look like this
These are the eyes that no one will look into
To see
This is my writhing soul no one will really go too
These are my finger tips, smudged with pencil lead
From cooking burnt red
From bitting, dried blood
An emotional flood
These are my lips, dried, cracked and bloody
The last time they were smiling a memory so muddy
These are my ears that hear
All the lies and the laughs
Directed toward me
When people don't think I can see.
This is my skin soaked deep with blood and scars
From every single one of those departing cars
Each marking has a story
With not so much glory
These are my feet that the ground meet
No one knows that's where I hide my scars
They look like faded and hidden bars
But I can see them overlapping
As the things inside are laughing
When will anyone see
The person called me

It's funny
How someone can tell the same story
Written in loving glory
And it'd be named
"The Noticed"