Does he see me?
Can he see the pain he puts me through?
Does he know how one word can drive me crazy?
No. Because I'm nonexistent.
I'm invisible to his eyes.
A figment of imagination.
A ghost.
At least I can hide my tears.
-Nightingale
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The Game Of Life
PoetryMany people see life in different ways. Some see the ups some only see the downs but how about both at once? The opposites coinciding on one page.
