Trapped inside a box of lies
Here is where my conscience died
Sewing stiched the broken seems
Hear the voice I'll never speak
Walking atop the jagged glass
Of the memories that have come to pass
Born in a world of sorrow and anxiety
Ignorant and blind of the truth I can not see
Frustration and fatiuge are two things I never need
Hand and hand with the pain of diversity
Listen to the song of a poor commoner's plee
This is what happened when the world forgot about me
I will ask you one last time
Am I invisable or was I just left behind
Please tell me what you think
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Okay. This definitely reminded me of a poem i've once written. I liked it. It could've been worded much stronger but the meaning that it holds really connects to how I feel at times.
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