I'm trapped inside this prison,
That I created myself.
I'm trying to get people to listen,
But im like a book on a high shelf.
People see me but cant hear me,
They know im there.
Then you disagree,
You actually care.
Your like my little light,
That leads me through the darkness.
Somehow your just always rite,
When everone is care less.
You help me through it all,
By making me laugh.
You help me go on,
You make me happy on my behalf.
You dont reject me,
You dont neglect me,
You dont forget me,
You barely know me.
I guess Im saying my first poems because I wrote them so long ago. But after this, no more firsts. And the book this is published in is in the *Immortal Verses Series* ...I cant find the book anywhere
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