It’s as if I am invisible
Forgotten and alone
No one sees me
No one hears me
No one feels me enter a room
I am the background character in all their lives
Forgotten and unnamed
Not needed in their story
Not wanted to be seen
Not wanted to be heard
Not wanted to be felt in their world
If I were to leave tonight maybe they’d finally notice
Gone but now not forgotten
Finally seen
Finally heard
Finally felt leaving their story
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Abigail Wadsworth
Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
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