Walking with a crowd can only lead to daydreaming.
Not that it was like them to notice.
She could have been an inch to death,
as a tattered car driven by a man with crooked teeth and gesturing with his hands, carelessly reversed.
But he shouted at her.
Trying so hard to get back whilst fighting the world,
but not one car allowed her to cross the road.
Eventually she takes a risk and sprints across.
A while later she finds her way back to the frustrated crowd,
just not frustrated enough to search for her.
As she tries desperately to make them smile,
they only continue on,
like she is not there anyway.
And that was when she realised with silent tears falling down her cheeks:
they only care about me just enough to be mad at.
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Just Some Words | Poetry
PoetryAfter a brief wave of inspiration, I decided to allow my brain to fully process the words and let them flow on to the keyboard. I know it's real weird and I hope I don't know you. Anyway, here's an insight into this brain of mine :)
