They walk right past me,
without a glance.
They hear me,
but don't want to listen.
I'm crying out,
but remain alone.
I scream and shout,
but people forget me.
I scream and cry,
I'm shaking and yelling.
But they pass me by,
without a glance.
I'm alone,
I'm forgotten.
My voice is to soft,
almost like cotton.
I'm seen,
not heard.
My voice is gone,
so I remain unheard.
01/21/16
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Behind the Mask
ПоэзияI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
