My name is Anne Marie
and most people have forgotten me
I don't know why
I don't know why
I've lived a life
unnoticed, unbothered,
all alone in my thoughts
and no one to understand
It's now that I look to anything
to tell me why
to point me to the answer;
but I don't know.
I don't understand why
I can't be loved
I don't understand why
I didn't get
the acceptance I needed.
I need to know why
I need to know why no one
cares about me
Why I'm never seen
Why no one ever thinks
about me and says
"I like Anne Marie"
It's been a long time
since I've heard anyone
say that to me.
Self-isolation is hard;
society made it more difficult
If I don't figure this out
I'm terrified that I'll
give up
because what is the point in
trying to be heard
when no one will listen to me?
what is the point of falling
in the forest if i can't be heard?
if my sound doesn't exist?
If my voice doesn't matter,
will I ever be heard?
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.



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