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Cell Phone

Poetry By: themime
Poetry


Tags: Cell, Phone, Poetry, The, Mime


This piece I created when I was in Sophomore year of high school. I really was feeling out of it and just kicked around. This is for the under dog.


Submitted:Jan 14, 2009    Reads: 157    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Just a fly on the wall
everyone just passes by not bothering to call
or notice, just another fly on the wall.
I can't stand firm or tall, just another fly on the wall.
I stare and watch the couples, the groups, the people enjoying life,
should I feel strife? Or should I just take flight?
with all my might, and just LEAVE.
Noone would notice,
I'm not a focus
I'm just another person being used
abused,
misused,
and it's all I've ever known.
is to be blown
like a leaf in the wind,
not supposed to have a care in the world.
to be uncurled and straight
to be perfect and pretend everything is ok, when it's not
Sometimes it feels so painful its like I've been shot.
I hate this feeling that I've lived with for so long,
I've never belonged, only pushed away
like I'm some sort of black stray
walking the streets for a scrap of acceptance.
For a ball to have fun with and call my own,
Instead, I;ve been thrown from owner to owner
watching me with those eyes
that devise
a curse of hate, ignorance, and loneliness onto me
I can't flee from my reality
Only to embrace it with noone else around to help
I'm tired.
I'm done.
And yet I'm stull shunned
just another fly on the wall
everyone just passes by not bothering to call
or notice, just another fly on the wall.





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