NOT YET SEEN


My existence,

Taken for granted,

Not yet understood-

Misunderstood,

I am.

And life,

So sing-song;

Mocking me.

My soul, not yet free,

 My music, not yet heard

My voice, not yet comprehended.

And I,

So distant, and Torn,

and worn out.

My exsistence,

Not yet see

This poem is about: 
Me

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