I sit in the corner, quiet and
low key. Trying to go through
life unnoticed but an attraction
I seem to be.
The shadows whispering
never seem to cease. Feeling
as if the world despises me,
feeling like I am a burden to everyone. Like a T-shirt that's creased.
Shadows whisper my
name from deep dark
and empty abyss below,
toying with my mind as
I walk down the loud
passageways of loud
pimply teens, to and froû.
The shadows follow me
around wherever I go.
Watching me closely, but
I act as if never see or hear
them saying that I am
different from others
Could it truly be so?
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Me, Myself And I
PoetryThis is a poem book about a few things that others don't know about me. Some depressing, some are happy and some are mean. Through these poems, I express my true emotions about certain things and certain people. Please read with an open mind. Plea...
