I AM SOMEBODY

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Submitted Date 02/04/2019
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Nobody sees me, cry as I may

Nobody sees me, as I simply fade away,

Nobody hears me, or my pleas in the night

Nobody hears me, as I struggle through this fight

Nobody needs me, until their plate is bare

Nobody needs me, they don't even realize that I am not there

Nobody knows me, or the path that I tread

Nobody knows me, or the pain inside my head

Though nobody sees me, my heart breaks in two

Though nobody sees me, my tears cry out for you

Though nobody hears me, my song I will sing

Though nobody hears me, my voice I will give wing

Though nobody needs me, my gifts I freely give

Though nobody needs me, happiness I continue to live

Though nobody knows me, one day they will

Though nobody knows me, I share myself still.

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  • Tomas Chough 7 months, 2 weeks ago

    Great poem Mary! I love how it starts out sad but ends with a hopeful and happy vibe. And you turned it around in a very natural way. Awesome!

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 7 months, 1 week ago

      Thank you, Tomas. I think this is much the way of life. We all have bad days but we need to see the bright side to make it through. I am glad you liked it. Thanks for the support.

  • David Ross Washington Jr 7 months, 1 week ago

    Nobody sees me, cry as I mayNobody sees me, as I simply fade away,Nobody hears me, or my pleas in the nightNobody hears me, as I struggle through this fight
    The picture this paints. Sounds like a page from my journal/diary growing up, me speaking to my younger self.

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 7 months, 1 week ago

      David, thank you for commenting. I can relate to that. This would be something I could take out of my journal at many times throughout life. I am glad that I have stayed my course though. Best wishes to you. Have a great week.

  • David Ross Washington Jr 7 months, 1 week ago

    Though nobody knows me, I share myself still.
    The transition from a felling of sorrow with being unwanted, unnoticed, and irrelevant in the world, to the contrast of the uprising of understanding that the person will still fight for their significance and despite it all, they will still continue being who they are, and shine who they are with their unique frequency that takes someone else, like themselves to hear. Reminds me of Thomas the freight train, the little engine that could. Excellent work Mary. Such as beautiful poem!

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 7 months, 1 week ago

      David, I like your interpretation. I love to see how other people see my work. I know what is in my head when I am writing it. It is nice to know what others think and how if at all perspectives differ. Thank you for reading and the support.

  • James D. 7 months, 1 week ago

    It’s wild how even though the world has never been more connected one can still feel invisible. Very thoughtful and well-stated, good structure too.

    • Mary Jaimes-Serrano 7 months, 1 week ago

      James, thank you for your words. I agree with you. With so many ways to make connections the truth is there is very little interaction. While one shares words and chats endlessly the physical connection may never be there. I think this is something most people need, in one form or another. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day and weekend.