i am not the sad orphan
but the single parent child
struggling to find love in
his family
i am not the dyslexic student
But the diligent idiot
desperately mugging to
keep up
i am not the victimised kid
but the traumatised bully
who is bruised every day
at home
i am not the loser in a race
but the close runner-up
his hard work, meaningless
him, forgotten
i am not the girl who died
but the driver who lost herself
deep in guilt and shame
ever since
those who fall through the cracks
whose shouts go unnoticed
their pain, though as intense
as those who are seen
are never as sympathised
the pernicious failure to see
various sources of pain
leads to us fallers,
being left behind
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Tender
Poetrystruggles have never been so beautiful. TENDER by FULLOFMOON is an attempt to capture the essence of the human experience, specifically our abstract yet common struggles. Running themes are human emotion, existentialism, and infatuations. These the...
