Sunday, December 27, 2009


And oldie I dug out of my archives...


You cut me off mid-sentence
To talk to someone else.
You ask me about my day
But change subjects before
I can answer.

I speak, yet no one hears.

Everyone makes plans
For things outside work.
But they never include me.
If only they would ask,
I would love to join them.

I bleed, yet no one sees.

People pass me as
I eat my lunch alone.
They wave and say “Hi”
To the girl behind me
No one say’s “Hi” to me.

I exist, yet no one knows.
I am invisible.

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