Crisis

Never been kissed, never been held, never been loved

Never been missed

Spelled by loneliness

Shoved in the dark corners, depths of people's minds, forgotten or unnoticed...

I am powerless.

Not able to control my self-image, nor how others see me'

everyone's blind,

Who am I?

This poem is about: 
Me
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