End of the Line
I see a boy who doesn't fit in,
The others see a jock.
I see an unhappy boy,
taken for granted,
and tossed aside when thing get hard.
The others see a boy with a perfect smile,
happy in life,
and fits in with the crowd.
I see a plastered smile,
a wounded soul,
and a broken heart.
Others see a charming jokester,
loving towards what is his,
with a carefree life.
Others can replace him,
I want to keep him.
He does not notice me,
I wait in line,
others cut me,
all they want is the newest toy,
I want love for him and me,
all I get is disappointment.
His sad eyes call to me,
he will look but will not see.
I am the invisible,
the lost,
the hurt,
the lonely,
and the forgotten.
Copyright © Michi Watts | Year Posted 2013
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