back ground

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I’m outcast and forgotten

In more ways than one.

Never heard

Unless I scream.

Never seen

Until I make a scene.

And when I hide

In the back ground.

That’s where I think

Without a sound.

I learn my place

With all these people.

My friends

My family

My loves

I am nothing to you.

Until I want to be.

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