Invisible
There's no place to hide. That's not true. I hide here.
I watch what goes on like a kid in a closet, keeping my
Words and my thoughts to myself. I dream of escaping,
But where would I go? Is there someplace in which I
Could reveal myself? That doesn't seem likely, so
I will stay here, hidden completely, I hope.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-05-06 at 21:59




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