I am invisible when hungry,
silent when I cry.
Paid visits for my humor,
and Loved if I will lie.
I'm tired from my travels,
pitied for my health.
Theirs and mine do not come close,
ideas of what is wealth.
I'm left when I am lonely,
desired when I laugh.
Alone when I am needy,
or am in a state of wrath.
I'm constantly self-loathing,
and violently aware
that this life is an illusion,
but it's radically unfair.
Poetry, Rants, Expressions, Stories both fictional and non-fiction, and otherwise worthy collections of words.
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