I stand here sounded by people.
This place is a madhouse, for sure.
I stand here alone, and unnoticed,
I stand by the crowded dance floor.
I watch as the people look thru me,
I watch as the people pass by.
Why does no one stop for a moment?
I watch and I almost cry.
I long for a short friendly smile.
I long for a sweet gentle touch.
Why does nobody notice?
And why does it hurt so much?
I reach out and try to grab onto,
Someone who will reach out to me?
I reach out, why do they ignore it?
I’m invisible… and they don’t see.
Patricia Gibson-Little
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Written August 2nd, 2001
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- write me a poem about feeling alone in a crowded room. it can be in any style, rhyming and length ar by .
80 points, ended August 15, 2002, 15 entries
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