plug it in,
turn up the volume now,
silence their voices,
drown out their sounds,
let yourself disappear,
tell them how much you're used to it,
to disappearing,
and going unnoticed,
you've been used to
walking just a little bit behind,
until they no longer mind,
you're used to being
on that little corner,
taking almost no space,
almost hiding your face,
until they think you're already gone,
you've been so used to being invisible,
that when people ask if you're okay,
when people ask if something's wrong,
you smile and shake your head for a reply,
for you don't want to take up the remaining space,
inside their vivid view,
and their messy head.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
