Sometimes I feel invisible in my own habitat,

Whenever I speak, those who are around me don’t knowledge my existence,

And day in and day out I have to speak up,

Or not speak at all…


Sometimes I wish I had the courage to finish what I have to say,

Instead of putting it behind me,

And forgetting…


Sometimes I don’t feel important,

That everyone I know has a better life story,

And mine is just not one to tell…


Sometimes I just wish that one day could be like this,

Then…maybe, I could actually have the chance,

To speak,

To say,

To not be invisible,

And to tell my story!

The End

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