We stand in the halls,
So torn down that we give up.
When we do, we fall,
Our heart broken.
We are the back ground noise,
That they chose not to here.
Yet they remain so poise,
While we lose all hope.
They never seem to notice us,
It leads to show they can't see us.
They don't see us on the bus,
Or in the hall.
Which leads me to think,
If they don't think we exist?
Do they think about us at all,
Are we just on their list?
So I guess since I'm out of sight,
I must be out of mind as well.
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So our prompt this week was ," Out of sight, out of mind."
I do realize that my poem this week is not so good.
Its's even close to say its crap.
But I promise if you stick with me it will get better.
Thanks and sincerely your idiot,
Lucah McCullough
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Book of poems/ feels
Poetry#TEENPOETRYMO So some friends and I are doing a book of poems. they are always due on Friday so i'll most likely be posting Thursday night. Thanks for reading. Just a little thing about our thing. We get a prompt to write from every week. the mi...
