I am here. I'm right here.
Can't you see me, standing in the middle of the room?
You look past me as if I'm nothing.
You see right through me, as if I am not even there.
You don't acknowledge my existence.
You act as if I am Invisible.
Am I invisible?
Why won't anyone notice me?
Am I not important enough?
Am I just not worth it?
Either you don't see, or you ignore the fact that I am here.
You think that I don't exist, that I am not real.
But I am, I am real.
I am a person made of flesh and blood.
If you push me I will fall, if you hit me I will bleed.
I am here, yet you don't see me.
Why can't you see me?
Is it by choice, or by force?
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Jessy Bush
I'm just a person who wants to be heard.
My Blog: http://fuchsiaro.se
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