I Am Someone

[Bry89]

They don't know my name
They don't wish to know me
They had pushed me here
To where I no longer see

A shadow of no figure
Lack of recognition
To feel left alone here
It wasn't my ambition

They think they acknowledge
But they all walk past through
Movements bring on these vibes
So glad I'm not like you

And if that's how it is
Then that's okay, I'm still alive
What matters most is the person
Not just the fractured mind

See me
I am someone
Somebody like you
But not the same as you

Masquerade with the crowd
Never to show my own face
I know I'd be looked down anyway
In this forgotten place

Silently standing as clocks go
Musing about life, and myself
But feeling secluded from it all
The worst I've ever felt

See me
I am someone
Somebody like you
But not the same as you

See me
I am human
Something like you
But never like you

Anything about me
Of how it's portrayed
But your shallow opinion on me
At least you had your say

Why must I be treated
Differently to all the others?
The stigma is of no relevance
What matters more is for me to see
Through my own eyes, a life full of colour
For once

[poemzone]

this poem is all about value. I feel you have not been valued and this could be down to a prejudice or some sort or racism. very well expressed and easy to read with flow. you are someone and and secondly this peace makes you a poet. very good write.

[Bry89]

When I wrote this, I had mental illness in mind, and how you are seen by others with it. I suppose anything to do with race or even transgender identity can apply too. Thanks for your kind feedback