I walk into a room,
There's everyone I love.
I speak,
But does anyone hear me ?
I yell out,
I scream.
My voice is harsh,
Dry.
But no one looks.
There they all sit,
Talking and laughing
Having fun without me.
I speak.
But do you hear me?
Do my words make sense?
Do you notice that I'm here?
No responses.
Not even a eye flicker in my direction.
Am I invisible?
Could it be?
How am I any different than you?
Why am I not important?
What did I do?
When I talk, do you hear me?
Perhaps I should be alone.
Everyone likes me more when I'm not here.
Maybe I'm better off in isolation...
YOU ARE READING
I Told The Stars About You...
PoetryLook at that, I promised myself I wouldn't give you power anymore, but here I am writing poems about the way you hurt me. If by chance you stumble across this, and you begin to read the words I have written, please don't mistake this as weakness. I...
