They see me how they see me. Do they see me at all?

They hear me walk past, but they never see a foot fall.

I stand as I always stand. A man inside a crowd.

I stand with my own thoughts. How they seem so loud.

Hear them talk, how they talk, always amongst themselves.

What do they say, when they say, the questions become my hell.

The extroverted walk by the introverted, another person in their eye.

I see them come and watch them go. They always pass me by.

Do you know my name, any of my names. Will you say it now?

Don’t say my name, I’ll say my name. I say it loud and proud.

-Opinionated Man




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