My Journey in Time

Life, It's Never What We Expect Follow Me On My Writing Journey

Im standing in a crowded room

I speak but no one listens

I shout but no one hears

Feeling invisible day in day out

Mid conversation and someone walks up

Interrupted like I never was speaking

I shrink away into the darkness

I’m fading fast feeling like there are no options

Every day still the same

I have a voice but now all there is, is pain

My silent tears are shed in Vain

I see the groups I see the laughter

Why am I always on the outside looking in

What does one do when you are no longer seen

shutting down no more words

No more laughter, No more verbs

I am here, But I am not

I am invisible, Am I not?

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