by Nicole Limoges

Created on: August 01, 2011

Glass

In a crowded room
No one knows I'm there
No one wants to talk to me
No one seems to care

Ms. Cellophane,
Should be my name
Because I'm invisisble to the eye
No ones sees me standing there
They simply walk right by

No one even notices
It's like they look straight pass
Practically transparent
Like I'm just a pane of glass

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