Self Pity

A life is made of blending in

sometimes no choice

Just a matters of no one caring

Just about to stand out

And I move back in the crowd

Scared of the stares

My voice is caught

No ears pricked up listening

Why bother?

Who Am I?

The girl in sweatpants 

No one cares

Should I even try

Break out of this shel

Silent as a mouse

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

If they can't hear you. Talk louder. Sometime we can raise can with our pen and paper. Few people want to stand in the front. I have been happy to be a observer. Sometimes it is good to watch and gather information. Save yourself for something you believe in. A powerful poem. You open the door for a long conversation. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote