It's like you can't see me no matter how hard I try. It's like the me that you see is some conjured up reality. No matter how hard I try, to you I'm just a ghost with no face, a story with no name. I scream me, I scream my being and becoming from the rooftops but all you see is a zombie with an empty mind. To you my words are like whispers on a busy night. To you I'm a nagging question that you can't seem to answer. To you I'm an end with no beginning. To you I'm just a raving from the abyss. To you I'm the darkness that never disappears. You'll never see me because to you I'm an abyss.
Author's Note: You can see this as an extension or a sequel to how do you see me?
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A collection of poems and late night musings
PoetryJust a collection of poetry and late night musings I wrote, mainly to just vent and release feelings that I felt couldn't be explained in anything other than words. Sharing a bit of my grey world view with people, the stuff I write is pretty dark an...
