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