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

The moon whispered to me
"Where is your past"
"Where are you"
I answered*
"Hidden beneath my foolishness"

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.

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