Face in the Crowd

Lost in a portrait

she's all alone now

doesn't feel right

there's a fight inside of her

fighting wit her instincts

to fade away

everyone around her seem so fake

she forces a smile

no one returns a "hi"

not even a "goodbye"

she's jus a face in the crowd





she's like a portrait

I'm blinded from the sight

have u looked in her eyes?

Seen her smile?

She has no idea

Not even the faintest

Of How perfect

Her imperfections make her

Does she notice me?

Silhouettes of the world pass by

I'm jus a face in the crowd.

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April C's picture

wow i love this poem...i can really visualize what your talking about...great job:)