Desolate

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No one hears,
Invisible to those around me,
I am nobody.

Pushed around,
Blandly ignored,
I am a freak.

Holding conversations with myself
Because there is not anyone to listen.
Holding myself as I drown in my tears,
I am alone.

Diffident, dejected,
Always put down,
Hopes perished,
I am insecure.

Nobody hears,
Invisible to those around me,
I am no one.

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