Invisible

Wed, 07/09/2014 - 21:26 -- Carty14

I do exist and can be seen, but

Never to those who are kind to me.

Vulgar words, and physical pain

Is the sight that I sustain.

Such harsh life do I recieve.

It hurts and I do cry, to scream and

Be free Is what I truly yearn.

Left alone, I rise from the ground and keep going

Every bully may be seen as an obstacle, to me they are my pedestal.

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