No one knows
By: Fatima Drott They do not know me. No, they don´t. All they know, is the act. My game of pretend and everything, that might have been, if I were someone else. A person more accepted. A life more valued. A soul more in tune, with its time. But that is not, how I exist, in the world. I am the forgotten child. The human oppressed, by everyone else. The adult hidden, by my own smiles. Because I have forgotten, what lies beyond, my constant performance, to the masses. So, no one knows me. Not truly, no matter, their beliefs.
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