Sometimes I feel invisible
Unless I am of particular use
Or making my best endeavour
To be good
But mostly I feel hardly here
Unless I am being what you need
Or tiring you with my relentlessness
To exist
What is left of me?
When we take away
All that is for
Everyone else?
A long lost dream
Shipwrecked
On a land that thrives
On empty eyes and lies
Sometimes I feel like a fake
Unless I am alone and left to roam
Or fighting with all you'll ever let me be
To make myself
Free
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2020 07:40
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Comments1
Wakey wakey sylvia
You never disappoint
Oh I absolutely do!
Oh ok
I'll have to take your word for that.
You certainly don't with your writing
Well that is a very kind thing to say. My rejection letters tell me different. Have you been reading my writing silently for a while?
I have read one or two
Well thanks for the appreciation then!
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