Why would anyone care What I have to say Today? Seriously. I've always felt Invisible. As if I wasn't meant to be Me. I've raged against it. This feeling Of not mattering A fig A twig. But rage got me nowhere Not here Not there Nowhere Like air. Did it matter, after all What anyone thought? It mattered naught. What I have learned To dwell upon Is what I see Looking back at me From the glass As I gasp. There's work to do I see! Forever something better To strive for There's always more One can do To be a better you. End of day, What they say, Do you care? They won't pay your fare Across the Styx!
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A terribly self-indulgent poem that should not imply a gloomy frame of mind!
It’s actually a beautiful day.
And here’s what the lilac looked like this time last year!