Invisible

I want to grow patience

Plant the seed and wait for it to breath

But I can't wait

--

I'm sitting in the back row, screaming at the debate,

knowing the talkers are talking,

and the walkers are walking,

but no one is cris-crossing the T's

No one is watching as I bleed

--

My thoughts pour out

And the shouting continues

My heart pumps out

And the shouting continues

My life gives out

And the shouting continues

--

It's that constant debate,

soaking up all the hate,

making it look like I was nothing but a mistake

--

It's all so loud,

arrogance controlling the proud,

whilst I sit here shivering,

invisible,

at the heart of the crowd.

The End

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