I am no one.
I am nothing.
I am what the full,
Can't bring themselves
To look at.
That fat lonely cat,
Sitting like an
Epitaph,
At the fringes
Of what they're
Seeing.
I'm the rat
Stuck in the trap,
Swept into the woods,
I can't be no good,
Cause I think:
This world is eat,
Or get eaten.
I'm the hand less held,
The stranger
And a heathen.
The war torn boy,
Who thinks to himself,
This world:
Is beat, or get beaten.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I am what the full,
Can't bring themselves
To believe.
That struggle,
That pain,
They think it all must be me.
There's something wrong with
Him,
They say.
Never,
How did he get that way?
It doesn't matter.
He's broken.
Just let him be.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
Because the world,
And all those full people,
Let me stay this way.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
