#notseen - Hello Poetry

I receive many comments. "You're so kind." "You're honest" "You're so mature for an age—you possess a philosopher's mind." "You're so talented." "How is this all so easy for you?" The answer, my friend, is lost in the depths of the ocean. Are you willing to dive to find the answer? Will you drown trying? Or will you swim past it all ignorantly and find the answer? Will you dive where even I don't dare swim? Or will you remain on the beach, admiring the beautiful expanse of blue? Like all the others? Relaxing upon the beach, effortlessly? Will you sit under your parasol and comment about the beauty of the ocean, when all you have seen is the surface?

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC

bob1331

The Depths

I receive many comments. "You're so kind." "You're honest" "You're so mature for an age—you possess a philosopher's mind." "You're so talented." "How is this all so easy for you?" The answer, my friend, is lost in the depths of the ocean. Are you willing to dive to find the answer? Will you drown trying? Or will you swim past it all ignorantly and find the answer? Will you dive where even I don't dare swim? Or will you remain on the beach, admiring the beautiful expanse of blue? Like all the others? Relaxing upon the beach, effortlessly? Will you sit under your parasol and comment about the beauty of the ocean, when all you have seen is the surface?

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sometimes i feel invisible either like everyone looks through me like i'm not there or like they see my appearance and don't look further i am a person too my identity matters see me for me see me in the room i feel like an outcast a social pariah like i'm a wallflower

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Apr 29, 2025

Apr 29, 2025 at 1:06 PM UTC

theperilouspoet77

invisible

sometimes i feel invisible either like everyone looks through me like i'm not there or like they see my appearance and don't look further i am a person too my identity matters see me for me see me in the room i feel like an outcast a social pariah like i'm a wallflower

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Look at them noticing me, I think they finally see through the dark of me, the demon inside. I was beginning to believe I was living. Possibly breathing But I was dreaming, thinking they'd see me. They believed me deceased

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC

BrandyNicole

Noticeably Deceased

Look at them noticing me, I think they finally see through the dark of me, the demon inside. I was beginning to believe I was living. Possibly breathing But I was dreaming, thinking they'd see me. They believed me deceased

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