Sol: Feel like sharing?
I made another poem :3
Reject:
This is me. I am a reject.
The person whose name is never spoken.
I roam the world as a phantom, translucent and dead.
I watch with envy the world in which you wallow,
The food and joy. The laughter.
But as I watch, so shall I stay.
Never part, and never full.
But truly though, it's not so bad. At least I exist. Right?
Don't I?
Regardless though, I'll never go. I guess I'll stick around.
The cooling stream that's down your spine, the howling in the wind.
Perhaps one day, you'll know I'm here. You'll see me clear at last.
And on that day, that far-off day, reject and hate, despair.
Is all that I deserve.