Face in the crowd

Hello, can you see me?

I'm right here

The child full of tears

Waiting to be set free.

 

Yet no one seems to care

It is as if I am a banshee

Except I'm predicting my own death.

 

The thud of my heart

Tears trickle

I'm torn apart

 

But you can't see me,

No one can.

For I am just a face in the crowd.

This poem is about: 
Me

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