January 12, 2012
By , New City, NY
When I put on my jacket I did not know
That it would become an invisibility cloak.
People walk past and don’t even look,
Don’t even notice I’m right there.
I’m shut up in a dark room,
Crouching in the corner,
Waiting to be noticed,
To be seen.

“Look at me! I’m right here!
Please! Acknowledge that I exist!”
You want to shout,
To yell,
To scream.
Will anyone turn?
Will anyone notice?
You are left to wonder.
Who knows how long you will stand in the dark room,
Waiting to be noticed.

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Open_5hoelaces said...
Jan. 25, 2012 at 7:31 am
Well, now a lot of people hear you shouting.
Silver2black said...
Jan. 17, 2012 at 12:28 pm
I noticed U, I really like your poem, I could feel the emotions and ignorance, Amazing write !
swifthearth said...
Jan. 14, 2012 at 11:27 am
It is soo beautiful. I love it.
Blue4indigo said...
Jan. 14, 2012 at 11:16 am
I can totally relate to this. I really like the simplicity of the words you use and how effective they are at getting your feelings across, and making the reader relate.
HiddenAngelInTheDark said...
Jan. 14, 2012 at 11:16 am
It;s beautiful night and I do agree with you I feel left out at times like I;m a ghost and can't be seen
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