Unwanted
Unseen to the naked eye,
Never known to exist, hence the lonely cry.
Willingly ignored by these peers of mine,
Always brought down, teased, and denied.
Noticed by no one, thought of as a nerd,
Time and time again I scream, but my voice goes unheard
Ego has no meaning to me, at the thought I wouldn’t dare,
Desperately in need of help I ask "does anybody care?"
poeticangel commented on Unwanted
09-19-2009
09/19/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Futile | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Unwanted | 1 | 09/19/2009 |
| Time Is Going To Tell It | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| The Lonely Cry | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Let Me Ask U Sumthin | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| A Smile And A Little Sweet Talk | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Girl With The Curls | 2 | 09/19/2009 |
| Rambling Through Thought: A Consistant Trail Of The ADD Mind | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
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