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Dear DIary of my child hood mare
As I sit upon my bed tears like small narrow streams, glide one by one down my cheeks
I reflect of what was once of me, what I had overcome in short time to be
I'm a new better degree
Good looks
Good grades
Good atitude
Yet none the same to her has changed
But am I wrong?
Surely enough I must If from being her worls attention to
INVISIBLE
At dinner I share my story of mockery few friends & I displayed kind-heartedly to a friendly foe
She nibs & licks, pokes about her food
Had I uttered a word?
Quick wary glances bestowed my way and just as quickly averted from my face
The youngest of the males breaks in to the intesity of all silences and makes
a small inquire of a joke he has learned dire of a friend from school
Squeals of giggles of all sides mostly from a mouth of the youngest girls,full-fled eyes
I am rueful & sad, I gulp my supper however lumpy it is
Barely to breathe, my throat closed up from a held cry
I contemplate
Oh mama what is it I am doing wrong?
INVISIBLE
As I relieve my chores & head to my room
I realize of my own words became true
Silence all around and nothing is aloudly said because I shall forever hold it in
A DUNGEON
Is now what my room is
Not my hiding place or secret oasis
Calls to receive; none to be heard
Letters to be read; none to see
I want to leave because if I'm unseen no one will miss me.
I AM INVISIBLE
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