More and more,
Everyday, it seems
Like no one,
Wants to play.
They act as if
I never existed.
They never see me,
As bright and gifted.
So I sit at home,
In my own sorrow.
Waiting for what
Brings tommorrow.
Sit alone, while
They laugh and play.
Living on my own,
In the shadows,
All alone...
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I will more than likely post my poems I create in my journal
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Maha_II
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