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I am just one voice

of the million.

One. One me.

Does that make me special? Yes. Of course it does.

But one. Out of the million. So..... common... so...plain...

I want to light up

But I am to young and weak and foolish

And no one seems to care about my words



So
             My
                       Words
                                        Sink
                                                     Into
                                                                The chasm
                                                

                                                 I feel unrecognized
...................................lol what did i just right hahahhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha somebody please dont just swift by. see my poem. see my note.
I know this is foolish

I know this is stupid

I know this is dumb.

But I feel lonely.

Some are lost.

I feel rejected.

So please,

*play with me.
play with me
Those

Those nimble fingers of mine

keep typing

batting against the keyboard of my old computer.

With the slurping sounds of my

lips swallowing and licking

delicious noodles my mother

made.

Waiting for the yellow to appear on that lightning sign

Which means one person has noticed me. Happy.


Switching between the tabs. I see

My science project. I hate it.

Mom behind me.

I just finished my bowl of noodles.


My daily life.


What's yours
whats yours
I am a young girl

Who just wants attention.

Is that bad?

All I want is a person- I don't care who

A person that will wait for me

That will care for me

That will wait for my responses to them

Will talk to me

Will be glad for me

Will actually notice me

I don't care if it's one of you

Why wouldn't someone, anyone random

Will care for me like I did to them?

Am I like a piece of lint that stays in their life for a second and pasts by?

I want to be important.

Even my talents I use to prove myself

Even my talents are failing me.

What do I do now?....

Somebody pleas help me.... SOS...

Please.. anybody.... read this.....

Help me....

Give me a warm hug...

Give me warm words.....

Give me hope and love like I did to others.....
halp
Somebody answer my question.

Is it not right to be kind?

Should I give up on being kind?

I've always been kind to those around me.

Even if I don't seem like it.

I  respect the ones who hate me

The ones who are rude to me

The ones who call me names.

The ones who seem to have no interest in me.

I am kind to all.

But these days.... that's been hard to keep up.

I am failing to be kind.

I'm tired.

Of me getting hurt because of my kind heart

Of me so foolish

Of me being ignored

By the ones who I love.

Especially the ones who I love.

I am confused.

Somebody help me.

Please.








I beg you
.........................................what was dat
We wondered in heaven if God was finally going to show up..
If we were finally going to see what he looked like..

A figure emerged.
Minds blew away.
Mouth dropped.

And she smiled.
I tried to get all my love from one person.
I tried to make him give me everything.
I wanted something that didn't exist.
A clone of me: to go where I go,
And do what I do, and agree with what I say.
That doesn't exist.
I wanted him to be my answer to eveything.
No, it couldn't be.
I realized this was foolish.
One person can't do that.
There's a reason there is so many of us:
To play different parts.
Not be the same.
So I realized, I had to get certain things from others
And not him
And this was not a betrayal
Or a battle
This was letting go of what wasn't real.
What isn't real.
Finding others to love me the way he can't,
Just as he finds others to love him
The way I cant.
I am not invincible or all-knowing,
Though I like to think I'm close.
This lesson is just one more reason
To call me little
Oh how much more is hiding in the slits of my brain
I'd love to see, though it's painful
Knowing the truth
Knowing things you thought you loved
Don't even exist
The things you wanted
That you'll never have
But in hopes of gaining something in return I guess
Maybe not as full or tasteful
But it's something
And it's healthy, because it is a balance
So you learn to live with it
And let go
And enjoy the freedom of it
Because you were trapped before
And confused, certainly
Not anymore
You know the right from the wrong
And it's only a matter of execution at this point
A great start
A great beginning
Hello love
Hello world
an EXTREMELY rough draft
Us
We're not supposed to be the same.
We're supposed to be the world.
She couldn't decide who she wanted to be,
so she was everyone.

She couldn't decide what she wanted to do,
so she did everything.

This
was better than being no one;

This
was better than doing nothing,

as many are, and many do...

She
was not them.

She
was different.
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