Invisible

By , Christiansburg, VA
Invisible
hood up

face down

ear plugs in

ignore the whispering.

Lies run through rumors

and dance into my sight.

Little pin pricks draw blood to light.

Every rumor spread like butter melting

my heart becomes hard, unwanting, begins hurting.

Stares, unwandering, looking me head to toe, belief in only lies.

Who I am, Who I have been, Where my future leads they will never know.

But have forever affected me with lies they bestowed into truths and continued to grow.





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