Invisible

I sit in a corner
and stare about,
since nobody ever
wants to hear me out.
People look right through me
as if they all don't care,
to take the time
to look inside
and see whats really there.
I speak loud and clear,
but nobody hears
Whats coming out of my mouth.
I hate the world,
I hate my life,
I'm tired of all this pain and strife.
I wanted to end this poem
just to say
if anybody else feels this way?

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