I’m the one nobody sees…
skin draped in dark hues of violet, black, yellow, and olive green.
Tears silently pour in streams, down my cheeks.
Hands clenched with pent-up rage.
I’m the one nobody hears…
though I tell you my worst fears.
Confiding in you, sharing with you secret scars.
Trusting blindly, placing in you a hope.
I’m the one for whom nobody cares…
I’m the nerd, the geek, the outcast, the freak.
I’m the gifted, the challenged, the special
I’m the one who simply can’t measure up
Only when finally broken am I seen or heard.
Like air, I am there…
When wounded, I bleed…
Why does it take the tragedy,
spoken with a loaded gun?
To make you see,
make you hear,
make me no longer… invisible.
Why does it take such tragedy,
to get you to see and understand how I feel?
Why does it take such needless loss,
to make me and my pain truly real?
Written by: Renee D. Burreson October 2017