Buried
Because I am nothing
A spiraling speck
Insignificant and ignored
Waving along with the
hordes of other hands
Shouting out among
a vast slew of other voices
Buried deep below
by the shallow and insincere
masses in their makeup
and masks
No one will ever know
what stories I wrote
within the hallowed halls
of my heart
What loyalty and love
I longed to impart
My song throttled
from my throat
before I could sing
a single note
I am a beauteous book
that will never be read
Banished to a solitary shelf
in a barren basement
Because I am no one
Because I am nothing
to you
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