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I'm missing someone
whom I never met
I'm crying over something
that didn't happen yet

I'm regretting the things
that I never said
Keep staring at the messages
that still stay unread.

I care about the people
who don't seem to care
I try to change myself
so they know I'm there.

I compare myself
with someone who's gorgeous
And looking at myself,
I shed a zillion tears.

People walk by me, they stare
Say things to me, words do maim
I know they talk about me
i know they call me names
Is it a crime that I exist?
Am I to blame?

They tell me it's okay
but is it? is it really?
Should I always walk away
when people do bad things to me?

I ask myself, is it just me
who's always nervous
so self-conscious?
Am I really ugly
or did no-one ever make me feel gorgeous?

A poem extracted from my ongoing novel: Infidelity.

K.C.Waghela
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