Invisible

NANCY ANN (2)

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p dir=”ltr”>I feel invisible. I am invisible.
As if life is passing me by and no one seems to notice or care.

You run around me asking for help, but my hand you do not see.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

I am a shadow of my former self, as I try to hold on to things of the past

A shadow of the life that I used to share.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

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p dir=”ltr”>You walk right past me as if I am nothing.
The tears I shed, go unnoticed as you no longer care.

You walk past me as if I was never there.

Why is my self-worth wrapped up in what you think?

I watched everything go by but seeing nothing as nothing is left for me.

Trapped in a box I can not escape,

The water pulls em under but you do not see

I am invisible, I am invisible

You walk right past me as if no one was there

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost

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Women Need to Support Other Women

 

Women need to support other women!

Women rarely support each other.  It is hard to find women that support each other.  

When I was in school, kids bullied me.  My mom was the sick mom with cancer and we didn’t have a lot of money, My clothes were old and torn. Since then I had low self-esteem.

I found later that writing was something I loved. And when I found Roleplay,  I made friends fast, and I didn’t believe it. Someone told me I was their best friend, and I took a long time to believe it. Because who wants me as a best friend?

When it comes to Role Play, it seems a lot of women think they must be the center of attention.  In a role play, you can be anyone you want to be. I find people change who they are and use fake profiles because they are not happy with themselves.

Role Play is best when you let people be creative. We’ve had some awesome plots that were not created by admins. My friend Breen created two plots that were amazing. I know will blush if she reads this but its true. 

Women should be supporting each other and encouraging each other. We should take a step back and allow others to have the spotlight on them.

Of course, this goes beyond writing and role-playing and into everything we do. Women need to support each other and lift each other up instead of tearing each other down.

Heart as Black as Your Soul

You strike first, but then I strike back!

Did you expect me to sit and take your crap?

Did you expect me to roll over and play dead?

FOR YOU???

You call foul

Lick your wounds and cry

A pathetic wail as if you were innocent.

Do you think the others care?

Did you expect me to do nothing?

To sit back and curl up in a ball

And shrink into oblivion?

While you attack me?

Did you not think I would defend myself?

I lash back, and you play the victim

Did you want me to curl up in a ball, cry and hide?

I lashed back! You couldn’t handle it.

Did you expect to hurt me?

Was that your goal?

I suppose that was your mission, to crush the things I love.

I might seem tough but I’m dying inside.

You have taken something I love and tarnished it with your words.

Your barrage of words, and actions that eat away at my soul

Warping my mind, decaying my soul

making me question everyone and everything

But I suppose that is what you wanted.

You strike first, but I strike back

The claws came out, and you cried foul

You cry and coil away when others

See you like the snake.

Is it fun to be the bully?

Do you get a rush crushing others?

I might strike back, but then I fade

I hide away and cry.

You take what I love and crush it, till it is nothing

I suppose that was your goal when your heart is black as your soul.

The Monster Rises

A monster rises up in my soul.

It grows and screams as it infects my heart.

Like a virus, it spreads.

It corrupts as it disseminates.

Be happy for them a small meal voice whispers to me.

The monster shrieks!

Where were they when it was your turn?

Where were their praises and support?

Why did they pick her and not you?

How can they support him and not you?

Be happy for your friend.

Dont sour their victory with frets of your own.

The monster bellows from within.

Its voice rattles my bones.

I try to hide it but it’s the monster wails on.

I cover my ears blocking it out.

The small timid voice I hear calling out to me.

Be happy for your friend

Show them support

Do not let this monstrous nature eat away at your soul.

It will leave you in bleak darkness with a hole in your heart.

Fight this creature and be whole.

I sit with my hands over my ears fighting this monster from within.

A Glimmer of Hope

I stand at the door knocking

As I wait

But there is no response.

 

Only darkness meets me there

Only depression and isolation.

 

The absence of the warmth

Of the friendship, I once knew.

I knock again, hoping for a response.

A sign of hope,

A glimmer of trust.

Anything I can hold onto when

Nothing is given

 

I see you from a distance

And see you with my friends

But why have I been pushed away?

 

Why do you shun me and forsake me?

Why and how could you forget me?

 

Am I that useless and unimportant in your eyes?

 

How is that I can fight for you when no one fights for me?

 

A glimmer of hope is all I need.

Just open a crack to let the light shine in.

To Keep a Promise

 

 

Promise

 

A promise is something sweet,

A caring gesture of friendship and love.

 

Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,

A pledge of honor and faith.

 

When promises are broken and friendships shattered,

What once was in your heart is now blackened by lies.

 

How far do you go to recapture that trust?

What will you do to regain that love?

 

The vow and the faith you once had,

Why do you keep your promise when others do not?

 

Should you mend something that is broken?

How do you fix The friendship all in ruins,

A trust that is a dilapidated mess?

How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?

 

Friends

Friends

When we are in high school, we are so focused on who we are and who are our friends that we wish out on some great friends.  If I could go back, I would be less concerned with who I hung out with and just had fun.  In college it was different, for me anyway it seemed like it didn’t matter anymore.  Because of this I made some amazing friends. So if anyone is in this situation, just remember it is okay to be yourself and be friends with who ever you want to be.  Maybe the person you least expect will be your best friend.


just have been thinking about this for a long time. I was so insecure in high school. I just fell into a group of friends and never left that group. Not that they weren’t amazing people, but they were more amazing people there.