Hurt by my invisibility.
Why is she so superior?
At times it just feels silly,
it doesn't show on my exterior.
My heart's not impenetrable.
I'm stuck in a daze.
Could my work be applaudable,
worthy of their praise?
I want to make a difference
let my work speak for it's self.
Be recognized for my difference
not thrown on a shelf.
I had a mission
but I've fallen short.
It hasn't come to fruition
my message distort-ed.
To write
for the love of it.
It would be alright
to just submit.
To relinquish
all control.
To just accomplish
passion on a whole.
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