I feel invisible,
all these words you spoke to me,
whiskey, wispy vapor,
dissipating, like a summer rain,
evaporating off the melted tar,
on the dead end street,
in the broken home,
staring out the dirty window,
wanting to be left alone
I feel left out,
quite abandoned,
by your current point of view
how I don't easily fit,
into your microcosmic scheme of things
easily cut out of a life,
that measures greatness,
by a sunken chest, shaved,
and some six pack abs,
that were sewn into place,
by some fly by night surgeon...
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written 10/08/08
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Wow, this is amazing!!!
The way you said, "...quite abandoned, by your current point of view how I don't easily fit, into your microcosmic scheme of things..." This is exactly how I feel sometimes, that some people have this tiny little box that they try to put people in, and most of the time I don't get anywhere near fitting into that box. How do you deal with it? IM me back if you want. If I misinterpreted what you were trying to say, I am sorry, but we all see something different in all the poems that we read.
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thanks
All I can tell you from personal experience,that trying to fit into any box is stifling and suffocating, no matter what peer group you are in...
So, stand your ground, be yourself... The people in your life will accept you for who you are,or they won't...
Put yourself first,because no one else will do it for you!
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