I want so badly to be special
To make myself think I'm unique
That I pretend that people care
When I do and do not speak
And maybe that is dumb to want—
I'm not so vain as to assume
My wish is as important as
Another's to avoid their tomb
Still I write this for the ones
Who have felt the same as I
Wishing they had something more
To catch even a single eye
You may not be seen or heard
I can't ignore this horrid fact
There may be nothing we can do
To try to change how others act
But know no matter how it feels
That you are not all that alone
As one of the invisible
You're one of us and you are known
YOU ARE READING
Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
