Wrote 5/15/18 by Alayna Stevens
To feel invisible is to be seen through. It's to feel as though you are just a space, one of waste. Only a few see and acknowledge your presence. But every night you come home to just be seen through. The safe haven is now an isolated Caribbean. The island you once moved yourself to out of worry for you safety is no longer habited. No more being safe it's time to shut up and join that damn race.
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Late night thoughts
RandomJust some poems or short stories that I've wrote don't judge and please be kind besides you did click on my book ;) Message me or comment constructive criticism if you have any, please no copying or plagiarism!! Thank ya hope you enjoy
