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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