Crowded Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poetry about how people probably feels inside.
I am not myself when I write.

 

Wondering in a crowded room,

wonder if people can see me.

If I am transparent,

if people can read me.

 

Step by step, I took with my rubbery feet,

as I try not to meet eyes to eyes.

I try to keep up with the "fine",

as they asked how I was.

 

Tears rolled around in my eyes,

I try to hold them back inside.

If one day someone could hear my echoey cries,

I would only ask for one.

Please take an action,

Just one simple action.


Submitted: April 26, 2012

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