Kristina Smith

Rookie (03/23/1968 / Laguna Beach, CA (Now live in Florida))

The Invisible

Poem by Kristina Smith

I am the invisible, I am overlooked
I am standing here right next to you, you didn't even look,

I am the invisible, I am the haunted
I am cowering deep inside of me, my screams leave you undaunted,

I am the invisible, I am NOT okay
I am throwing punches in the air as you walk away

I am the invisible, am I alive or dead?
I used a knife to cut myself, to my dismay I bled...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011