Today’s poem is about a feeling we all must have felt at some point, unless you are a very lucky person: loneliness. Perhaps the phrase “alone in a crowded room” is a cliché, but most of us know it’s a true one. I’ve managed to avoid such situations for a while now, but I was recently stuck in one and I was forced to remember how awful that feels. And so came about today’s poem.
Do you see her?
That girl over there?
The one against the back wall
Standing by herself?
Do you know her?
Have you even noticed her before?
Have you ever thought of
Asking her her story?
Do you care about her?
Have you thought of what she’s feeling?
Would you even consider
Stopping her loneliness?
Do you know how she feels?
Have you ever been an outcast?
Have you ever stood in a crowded room
And only watched the other’s talk?
That must have been you once
Or that idea at least scares you
Because I can’t believe you willingly
Make me an invisible girl