Sometimes, I feel invisible,
someone the crowd will never see.
The collective and the individual
residing here inside of me.
Sometimes, I feel invisible,
my words a faint reprieve.
Their subtlety and subtext,
misconstrued and unperceived.
Sometimes, I feel invisible,
no recognition behind her eyes,
to signify a reminder of
a long, overdue goodbye.
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I suppose you could try a conversation, instead of all that stalking… 😉
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LOL 😂😝
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I could complete relate to first two lines .
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Thanks, Swathi! Glad you identified with it 😊
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