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  Sep 2018 JillsPoetry
enxch
When will I realize that I wasn't the main character of a movie
That I can never be a part of people's memories

When will I realize I'm not a supporting character of a tv series
That I'm only important when people have queries

When will I realize I'm not a scenery nor a sound effect

When will I realize that I'm only a credit scene
The unattractive, full of words, boring, credit scene
The scene people will never pay any attention to
The scene where words are so small, you don't hear me crying
The scene where people say, "thank you for making this show"
But never really remember the names

When will I learn to love myself as a credit
When will I learn to accept that a credit is just as important
Even though I'm boring, unattractive and unwanted
  Sep 2018 JillsPoetry
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
JillsPoetry Sep 2018
In the silence do I hear better,
All your sweet little lies,
In the distance do I hold,
All the difficult goodbyes,

I'm a young girl who's trying,
To find her place in this world,
I'm so Lost on my way,
I hope it all will be okay,

I find dreams close next Reality,
All I ever can see,
Is the distance that's killing me,
But my dreams can set me free.
A poem about how hard goodbyes can be...

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