I don't want to be ugly
I don't want to feel the things I do
I don't want to be sad
I don't want heartbreak
I don't want to be bullied
I'm not invisible
But I am
I want to be pretty
I want to be happy
I want to be loved
I want to be popular
I want friends
I don't want to be invisible
So I look
I look for the things I want but still hide in the shadows, not fully wanting to be seen
But then
Someone saw me, then others started to see me and I was finally happy because
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I Wasn't Invisible Anymore
YOU ARE READING
Poems and other random things I made
ŞiirA book of poems I make in my creative writing class or spare time.