Not being seen by many
Some say it is a skill
I say it is torture
Why not be there
When you could be the center of attention
It is depressing
Knowing your existence is futile
Knowing you are not best at anything
Knowing that you will not be remembered
And the worst part is
It does not even protect me from hatred
Every hour
Of every day
I wished to be seen
I wished to be known
Who knew this would come true?
Now I am seen
Now I am known
Now I can walk the halls
And be noticed
Negative attention covering me
Devouring my reputation
I am know, but only as a failure
Every second
Of every day
I wish I had not wished that
But I believe it is too late for change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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