You were staring at me today again
Looking at the way I look
I turn to look at you
But you turn away
Leaving me worthless and ashamed
Ashamed of the hope that you actually care
Ashamed that I let you see the real me
Ashamed at those stares
I turned to collect my paper
And I didn't know
That you were staring at me
Pretending that everything was fine again
I felt that stare as I was standing across the room
I looked at you this time
And you didn't turn away
I see you stare
And I return it but
Is this real
Or are you gunna leave me
Standing at the sidewalk with my heart bleeding in my hands
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The life of the invisible
PoetryLooking deep into the life of the unknown the ones who hide it all. The ones who live in pain. Who have nobody until their knight shows up, and they finally feel real again.