Saturday, April 25, 2009

Notice Me

So I stand here in front of you.
but you see right through me,
I pick up your books,
when they fall.
I open doors and let you in first,
but yet,
you see right through me.
Do you notice me?Do you care?
What if i decided to disappear?
Will you notice me than,
will you continue to carry on,to your next victim...?

(old poem from lst yr)

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