They talk of parties
Of homework
Of friends
They do not speak to me,
And I am fine with that
This is my disappearing act.
I learn much by observation
And with quiet dedication
I listen to their secrets
They so carelessly say
Without having to speak at all
This is my disappearing act.
When they do notice me
They do not know what to say
I can see it in their eyes and body language
They are afraid
Scared of what I might know
Of what I might do
Of what I might say
They do not speak to me,
And I am fine with that
This is my disappearing act.
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Erinn's Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems that float around in my head that are lucky enough to be written down.
