Poem -

Outsider

Sometimes my thoughts go zooming through my mind.

Acting as though,

Invisibility is my skill.

I sit on the side hoping you would notice me.

Call me what you wish.

But I must say,

Sitting in society,

Pairing in to look.

The way we need to act.

Trying to understand,

Why!

I even bother,

When the curse of inconspicuous is upon me.

When I try to be the same,

I always seem different.

When I try to be different,

I was supposed to be the same.

I am being dragged and thrown,

Over and over,

By what I call,

Societies curse of,

Invisibility.

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Sophie

Love this. Well done!

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Christopher Correia

yep, this is a special poem, speaks volumes....enjoyed, diana.harman and welcome

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charlotte connolly

really like this! i often feel on the outside, a feelin i can relate to

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