Angie Thomas Poet Rhyme

I Dont Exist

If I strain, I can hear the laughter
Through my  groggy half asleep dream.
The sounds of joy and jubilation
That I cannot participate in even after
Myself in front of them I have tried to redeem

The sounds echo in this majestic house,
The noise made by young and old alike
As I float around aimlessly like a ghost
My voice heard like a whisper, as meek as a mouse,
Will they notice if I just ride away on my bike??

I try to talk to them time and again,
My words are indecipherable
Am I an alien to my own kind??
It feels like I'm on a tether of my own making- I am in chains
I wish I could break free somehow, and know I am no longer entangled
    
     I will break free the chains entangling me

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Paul Callus August 24, 2014 at 11:28 AM Hi Angie! trying to catch up with some of your posts. This poem talks of being entangled and unnoticed, but fortunately the final line is one of hope and determination. Hope you're doing fine:) // paul Angie Thomas August 24, 2014 at 11:33 AM Its a funny story... I was half asleep, and my whole family was at home having a lot of fun XP and that inspired this poem :P