I stand in plain sight
But I stay invisible to the naked eye
Pushed into the dark crevices of the mind
Never to be thought of
Never to be known
The further I run to the light
The farther back I seem
Never to progress
Never to be known as I am
Alone in the crevices
Afraid of my loneliness
Waiting to be seen
Waiting to be heard
Why am I here?
Why do I feel so unknown?
So uncared for?
But here I stay to be found
Here to be heard
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