The Invisible Nobody
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Last published Wed, Jul 6, 2022
Wherever I go,
I'm Invisible...
I'm a Nobody...
I'm an Outcast...
Invisible in the eyes of my parents, my classmates, and my so called friends. Just simply Invisible.
Nobody knows who Seage Crystal G. Fernandez really is. And I'm also starting to wonder who I really am. Am I like this? Or am I like that?
An outcast who doesn't belong anywhere perhaps?
I have a question. . .
Do I need to change just to be accepted?
Do I need to be like them just to be accepted?
Do I need to impress them just to be accepted?
Do I...
Nevermind. It doesn't matter to me anyway... Or does it? I don't really know...
I'm Seage the invisible outcast who's a nobody. Can someone help me?
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The content of this book are poems that tells the whole story.
It is a free poem so it doesn't follows any necessary standardized rules or whatsoever.
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