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Click hereHey,
I'm here.
Standing right here.
Why can't you see me?
I see you everyday.
You look through me,
and walk away.
You never acknowledge me.
Or even a simple wave.
You act as if I don't exist.
Knowing me, it seems,is grave.
It hurts you know,
when you walk by.
Not a hey there, hey,
Hello,or hi.
I'm standing here.
Standing right here.
But I feel so small.
I feel less than two
inches tall.
You don't see me.
Maybe you do.
I don't know which.
Statement is true.
All I know is the pain.
I feel inside
Everytime you pass me
And your face you hide.
Hey,
I'm here.
Standing right here.
Holding my head up with pride.
Thanking the heavens
that I am alive.
Whether you ever recognize me
I am no longer concerned.
I love myself enough,
After all I have learned.
So keep pretending
You don't know who I am
I won't deny you.
I won't turn away.
A time will come,
when you'll need me one day.
of a junior high kid with a crush on a girl who doesn't know he is alive.
It seems you were jilted. You are hurt. The poem is good. It reflects your hurt candidly. Keep on writing good poems!--Ssavins
Very nice, I think that most of us have felt this way at one time or another.