When I'm standing right in front of your eyes, why can't you see me?
When I'm drowning in an ocean of empty, why can't you see me?
When I spent my whole life by your side, why can't you see me?
When I stretch myself beyond what I can be, why can't you see me?
Are you turning your back or are you blind? Are your shoulders so cold that they bite?
Are you ever going to give me any time?
I have died a hundred times in your shadow, but I can still forgive you, and I might, but why can't you see me?
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The Hapa
PoetryA poetry collection rooted in feeling torn between two cultures. A "hapa" is a term used for people with ancestry partly Asian.
