Sometimes I feel so small
Like no one can see me at all
My voice goes unheard
My life is in a free fall
For the more I speak
The less is said
It appears to go over their heads
I stay in my room
Thinking that soon
Things will change
And I will be me again
But things remain the same
I am not seeking fame
Just the need to be the me I was
Not the me I am
Sequestered In my room
Hoping to be out soon
To once again be heard
To be seen
To be
Me
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 28, 2011
That is a horrible feeling, and one many, if not all of us can relate to. It will pass, hopefully in your case very soon. You are being heard here, on AD. We understand.
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