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Walking down the halls like a ghost
Unoticed, unseen, invisible
In the shadows of my peers
There is me
All alone, I am alive
Just not heard nor noticed
I am invisible and silent to all
Walking down a dark road
I hear someone cry my name
I turn; to see an endless
Tunnel of darkness
They talk about me
I want to shut them out
But, they speak of the truth
It is just unbearable
One day, I know
There will be a brighter future
But, for now
I will stick with
Fake smiles, laughter and
Trying to fit in.
- Title: What it truely feels like
- Artist: optimists
- Description: A poem I made, when I was all depressed adn stuff. No, I'm not emo. I am an Asian Scene Kid.
- Date: 06/10/2009
- Tags: truely feels like
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