Whispered words, passed ignored.

  • NB: This is sad, and how I feel sometimes. People purposely avoid me, I always try my best. I spend a lot of time upset  trying to understand why… or at least I use to, so far have no answers.

    Among the chatter
    Feeling so alone
    I whisper words
    That pass ignored
    Afraid and Confused
    If I’m alive
    No one says
    To confirm, deny
    Panic sets in
    While questioning life
    Am I real?
    No voice replies…

    They continue on
    Like I’m invisible
    A lost shadow
    Or wandering ghost.
    I try again
    To no hope
    So I fold
    Give into dark

    Whats the point
    feeling so dead…
    So I slip
    Far far away
    They don’t notice
    While I fade

    And quietly those
    Ignoring my calls
    Fade to distance
    As tears flow
    To never return
    My fate decided
    In my end
    Death is life


    November 6th, 2009 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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