How can I be seen?
Do I have to always adorned myself with extreme clothes?
Do i have to walk with confidence, striding my way through the crowd?
Speak in a loud, clear voice filled with pretense?
Do I have to be serioulsy injured, to be taken care of?
Do i have to be visibly in pain to be taken seriously?
Why do I feel like, even if I'm drenched in my own blood, drowning, no one would see? No one would care...
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Written By Emotions
PoetryA collection Written by emotions Poems written with blood and tears
