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Messy business being invisible

What’s the point
Why should I try
You overlook me
In front of your eyes
 
I try my best
I strive to be
Am I invisible
I must surely be
 
I’m here for you
Even over there
I fear rejection
Everyone will stare
 
My heart is stabbed
I hurt again
You delve so deep
Blades score and bleed
 
Why am I here
I’m not worthy of this
Yet the workload
I address
 
Now I give up
Can’t take any more
Hurt and cut wounds
To what I hold dear..
I’m a mess...

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