People come to me for advice,
then turn away, I'm like a tool they use,
then put away. Even in a big group,
I feel like I'm alone, Smiling on the outside,
but inside I groan.Am I just extra baggage,
or do I matter at all? Feeling unseen,
like I'm hitting a wall. I don't fit in,
I'm pushed to the side, I need time to process,
to let my feelings abide.Used when convenient,
then left on the shelf, Invisible to others,
it's like I'm by myself. I don't have a place,
it seems, in their eyes,
Let me work through this, let me realize.
About the Creator
Ming Xiao
A poet weaving tales of love, fiction, and motivation into captivating verses. Join me on a journey through the realms of emotion and imagination, where words dance to inspire and touch the soul. ENJOY❤️
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Comments (1)
This was extremely relatable. I'm so sorry this happened to you as well 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️