I wonder if I'm invisible.
I wonder who notices this face in the crowd?
When did I become just a pair of eyes,
Observing the world around?
Does anyone notice?
Do the wonder "Who is she?"
I wonder if there's another pair of eyes
Silently observing me?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoesiaI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
