white wall

white wall

A Poem by Yahallo
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Half of the days I feel like a white wall. People are so used to me they don't even notice me.

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a white wall
it seems that i am
nothing new and
nothing special
ignored unseen
a wandering ghost
mute but screams

won't anyone talk with me
and not just whisper through me
won't anyone give me a chance
to see all the colours
underneath this mask
i am so lonely that i
feel sorry for myself

is it really
my fault
that all they see is
plain
boring
old
white?


© 2018 Yahallo


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Ah, the invisible, the obscured. People are naturally cruel and selfish, Humanity as a whole sometimes seem indifferent. This is a perception that is somewhat true in all of us.

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Added on January 21, 2018
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