Do you know how I feel?How much it hurts?
You laugh with your friends,
But I stay in the shadows.
Sometimes I walk past.
You don't give me a second look.
But they're all looking.
And you look back.
And that, darling,
Is why you have to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI suppose a poetry book wouldn't hurt. I mean, there's a lot out there. Oh well.