Poem Eight: QUIETLY DROWNING IN TEARS
I am so busy trying to fix everyone else that I forget about my own thoughts and ideas.
Everyone sees me as 'the listener', never the talker; the one who might need help too.
I know that my friends would be amazed to hear that I feel anything less than perfect.
I adore my friends and wish they would at least ask me how I am every once in while.
I'm sorry, but I feel as if I'm quietly drowning in my tears and no one has even bothered to notice.
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