My Journey in Time

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

Standing in the middle of a room

Everyone is staring but no one truly cares

To some a story is more important than the issue

Her pain is not a joke or for your amusement

Her hurt is real

It cuts deeper than a knife

A side show she is not

Instead a she lies as a canvass before you

Swirls of dark color mixed in with the light

Her imperfections bare raw for the world to see

Suddenly she is screaming and as she screams she realizes no one is looking

Is she truly alone, invisible to the world, the weight of a thousand bricks

She longs to be seen but forever invisible she will be

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