Today
I am invisible. The world walks by me without seeing, While I am forced to watch it turn without me. Even those who normally laugh with me, Have forgotten me, Even those who normally smile with me, Have forgotten me. I was once this way, before, But then I found my voice, And with it, I found my friends. But every time, I have a nagging feeling, Like no matter what I do, No matter how loudly I fight to be heard, to be noticed, If I am silent, the world will forget me. I try to speak up, on my invisible days, But no matter what, I say it wrong. And in doing so, become more unseen. The reason why I fight so hard to be heard, Is because I fear going unheard. For then I am alone, For then I have no purpose, For then am I Invisible.
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