Sometimes,
When people look at me,
I don't feel seen
Though they know i'm there.
I've always been.
They see right through me
Like I'm not here
I just hope
One day Ill be the choice
and not just an option
And I hope one day
In a crowd of people
I could rest assured
Knowing someone'd pick me
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
Second place never gets much recognition. A poem of a wish to be first in choice not yet recognized. Well written
Ty ♡
Most welcome
This poem captures the quiet ache of wanting to matter to someone, highlighting both the pain of invisibility and the fragile hope for recognition. Nice work
thnkz
The poem talks about something that is very close to my heart.
as it is mine..
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