No one notices my poems.
So why write?
Jumble jumble jumble, in plain sight. Constantly piling up words after words. Submission after submission. As they all come out at once...
and nobody notices
people truly think that when a poem is great they can't understand it.
And that is wrong.
Just like...No one notices me walk up. Intentionally ignoring me with those, laughing eyes. I've learned not to care, sharing friends and trampled feelings. So I've talked to my angels for hours. Their names are Sara F and Sammy, I know because..I've met them in a dream, I swear it.
Angels? They don't exist.
No one notices.
Cried forever. Learned not to care,
stroking and kissing my baby cousin's blonde hair...
No one notices
Because I've just gotten into so many fights.
But that wasn't me!
That was the little crying child inside.
I just want school to be over.
But I know I'll miss it till the very last.
speak for yourself
because I've noticed that.