He doesn't see the stolen glances
He doesn't see the frown I wear everyday
He doesn't see how sad I really am
He doesn't even see me
He acts like I don't exist
Everytime we pass in the hall,he doesn't even look my way
When I bump into him,he looks away
Am I even real to him?
Do I even exist?
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Poem Collection
PoesíaOne of my two books of poems I have here on Wattpad. That's really all I can say for this one.
