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Non-Existent

I’ve lost track of the number of times I was forgotten,
                                                I was left behind,
                                            and I wasn’t heard even after I screamed.

I’m not the kind of person who was easily noticed.
I’ve learned to just try to be me,
I express myself through the dark clothes I wear
And my “emo” make-up.

My glare is not prejudice,
Everyone gets it.

Now I just scare people,
At least now I exist to some people…

I may be use to being non-existent,
But that doesn’t mean I like it.

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  • Anemone-Rose
    October 23

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    beautiful, yet sad all the same. i feel the emotions running off the page. i to can relate to this, but to have put it into a poem such as this i could not have done. keep up the great work.