Myself, And Invisible And Unknown Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How I feel, always pushed around, never seen, and always non existant.

Submitted: January 14, 2007

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Never here,
Never there.
Never seen,
No one cares.

I feel like a myth,
A fable,
A delusion.

Always thought to be seen,
Only to find out the truth that I am not.
Complety ignored,
Sometimes I am appreciated.
That means some people can see me there.

People call me a freak,
Survived abortion,
A grotesque divergent.

I am used to all the name calling,
But me, myself am hurt.

I feel like I am an unknown and invisible soul.
Just waiting to be hurt again and again,
And to be thrown back down when I try to get up.

Like a used whore,
I feel abused,
Taken advantage off,
And emotionally unstable.

I try to keep sane,
Trying to keep myself together,
Me and my emotions,
So unstable,
So hurt...

Until I do something great,
No one will respect me,
No one respects something non existant.

I will go against the odds,
I will prove people wrong,
Make them think about who they are disrespecting.
Do something so great,
They will stop hurting me...

But until then,
I will survive with this abuse.
Until then,
I will be strong,
And I will hold on.

 


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