Looking in from the outside, I see people who aren’t me. I see people who think they’re equals in the gallery. Two combined makes more, and soon there will be four. Yet I am becoming invisible with each passing day as the days rage on like war. This isn’t fun you see, it’s quite the opposite really. It started off alright until I wasn’t okay with reality. Now I just want to hide and run away even if it’s for a short while they say. How much longer until things get better? How much longer until I am not under the weather? I have neglected my health – my sanity, and as a result, became sickly. Combined with pain, sickliness, and forgetfulness, I have found myself in one huge mess. This is only week two and already I miss you. I wish you were here to comfort me and to tell me things will be good as new. I am not okay and will never be until we are once again a team of three. Alone I am useless, forgotten, and unwell. But I know that one day when you join me, things will be swell.

Go to school. Sleep. Repeat. Be miserable.
Such a strong and emotional poem! It’s really great!
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Thank you for your kind words and taking time out of your day to read my poems. 😊💕
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Wonderfully written poem Hilary! Shows the truth in struggles and hope for the future. Keep writing!😀😺
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Thank you for checking out my poetry, Steve! Your feedback truly means a lot to me. 😊🌺
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Only read 2 so far and both are great! I will be back to read more!😁🌞🍁🍂
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Thank you so much!💕 I noticed that some of my poems allow comments and others don’t have that option. I’m not sure why that is the case.
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Yes, I was going to comment on the Lemons poem, but no option to do so!😳😕😀
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