I see other people looking beautiful.
I see girls,ladies, women of fame.
I am not beauitful; I am considered plain.
Songs, music, and art,
Soars within my heart.
My eyes sees what others don't.
My heart cries out,
Tears fall unnoticed.
I see people all around,
I am different, I feel alone.
Where am I ? Who am I ?
Just one of the few people,
In this world unnoticed.
( Just another person typing )
on F.B.
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