Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Slums

The problem with being invisible

Is that none of you ever see me

You see Friend, Person, Sister, Classmate, Girl

Never Me.

The problem with being invisible

Is that you do not hear me

You hear words, sentences, chatter

Not the inbetween, not what I'm saying

The problem with being invisible

Is that you do not think of me

You do not lie awake

And wonder where

Or who I am.

I come only occasionally,

Casually,

In the slums of your minds

 

unedited and full version redirected

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
laetitia
French
Published
Apr 14, 2013
Lines·Words
17·87
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell laetitia how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write