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Being no one

In a room full of people.
No one sees me.
This is my curse.
Being invisible.

Someone asked me a question.
I smile and response.
Before I can finish talking,
They turn and talk to another.

Many a time I’m left
talking to thin air.
Am I insignificant?
Or just garbage.

My phone never rings
except if help is needed.
No one calls to just chat.
I am no one’s friend.

Emotions get short circuited.
Arrives entangled in the mind.
Words come out differently.
I am a social handicapped.

I try; but I keep failing.
So I keep to the side lines.
I observe the world, detached.
Being invisible; being no one.

By C.E. Pereira