Sometimes it's not too clear
If I'm really here
These scars I've accrued over the years
Have left me broken and in tears
Ghosts from childhood traumas reappear
That leave me numb, and full of fear
When I'm alone, it's silence I hear
This makes it seem easy to disappear
A sense of self is difficult to achieve
When all of your friends get up and leave
The human touch is what I need
But a sea of camouflage is what I perceive
It's all too clear, when they all leave
That I'm unreal- my pet peeve!
Being me- sometimes unperceived
Has made me more vulnerable, I believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem