It’s like I’m standing in the middle of a room
Crowded by each one of you
You’re all here because
you’re so worried
For me
Only I don’t know that because
you’re busy talking to each other
about me
Not one person took the time
to talk
to me
Am I invisible? Can you see me?
I open my mouth To scream
but no sound escapes
Each person looking
For me
But never looking
At me
Can you hear me?
Do the tears of my heart reach your ears?
You miss your connection
To me
But you don’t reach out
For me
To busy passing judgments
On me
You missed my hand reaching for you
I’m here.
It’s me.
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