i am no one's first choice.
not a single person hears my voice
although i am screaming out
and putting my all into a shout.
no one notices the cry.
their eyes all pass by
but none truly see
what is happening to me.
i am by myself.
tucked far back on a shelf.
unless you stare deep
you will not see the way i weep.
YOU ARE READING
live out loud
Poetrya collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
