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Dear DIary of my child hood mare
As I sit upon my bed tears like small narrow streams, glide one by one down my cheeks
 
 I reflect of what was once of me, what I had overcome in short time to be
 
 I'm a new better degree
 
 Good looks
 
 Good grades
 
 Good atitude
 
 Yet none the same to her has changed
 
 But am I wrong?
 
 Surely enough I must If from being her worls attention to
 
 
 
     INVISIBLE
 
 At dinner I share my story of mockery few friends & I displayed kind-heartedly to a friendly foe
 
 She nibs & licks, pokes about her food
 
 Had I uttered a word?
 
 Quick wary glances bestowed my way and just as quickly averted from my face
 
 The youngest of the males breaks in to the intesity of all silences and makes
 
 
 
 a small inquire of a joke he has learned dire of a friend from school
 
 Squeals of giggles of all sides mostly from a mouth of the youngest girls,full-fled eyes
 
 I am rueful & sad, I gulp my supper however lumpy it is
 
 Barely to breathe, my throat closed up from a held cry
 
 I contemplate
 
 Oh mama what is it I am doing wrong? 
 
 
 
 
     INVISIBLE
 
 As I relieve my chores & head to my room
 
 I realize of my own words became true
 
 Silence all around and nothing is aloudly said because I shall forever hold it in
 
 
 
 
  A DUNGEON
 
 Is  now what my room is
 
 Not my hiding place or secret oasis
 
 Calls to receive; none to be heard
 
 Letters to be read; none to see
 
 I want to leave because if I'm unseen no one will miss me.
 
 I AM INVISIBLE

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