I Am..
I am the leaf that blows in the wind,
no one really notices me but I am there.
I get stepped on and crushed with out a care in the world.
Everyone sees me but do they really?
There are many other leaves just like me on the road, on the trees, and in the yard.
Do they notice me?
No.
All they notice is the other pretty leaves.
They see the beauty in them and stare at them in awe.
I am simply another piece of matter on this earth.
No one truly sees me, no one truly cares.
I'm just alone on this Earth,
drifting through the wind trying to find a purpose.
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