It wasn't the way I was avoided,
or how everything in my presence past me.
It wasn't how nobody talked to me,
or even looked my way.
It was how I felt;
my emotions.
Numbness filled my body.
My words were speechless.
I've always been a shadow.
Never noticed or cared about.
Especially from one specific person.
They shall remain anonymous.
Depression overflows my blood stream.
Tears building up on my walls.
Fist constantly clenched.
But I stay mellow.
What's the use?
Why be shown out in the open?
There's no purpose.
If I'll never be seen.
April 30th, 2019
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