feeling small
i tap my foot,
just to be sure i'm here
but wishing i wasn't...
ignored and overlooked
seen but unknown
written off
and underestimated
over and over again.
wishing someone could see
that an invisible shell
makes me vulnerable...
sensitive
and cold.
insignificant
and less than,
always out of place
criticized and corrected
i stand in the dark
the only sign of life
is the tap
of my own foot...
and i wish it would
stop.
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