Unnoticed

• Phoebe Broad, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I sit on the floor,
With gut-wrenching emotion,
Wondering why I just can't be happy,
Using some kind of potion.
There are people around me,
Dancing, talking and laughing,
Then there's just me unnoticed,
All alone, sad and crying.
Sometimes, I'm told nice things,
And I get told to stay strong,
But it doesn't help much,
When I've been hurting so long.
So as another tear,
Falls to the floor,
My heart gets just that bit closer,
To locking it's door.