Catoptric Tristesse [POEM]

I am somebody,

yet I am a nobody.

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                     Catoptric Tristesse

                         n. the sadness that you’ll

                         never really know what other

                         people think of you.

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                     Emotions

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Heavy Themes

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Catoptric Tristesse

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Another day, another dawn,

Though I've no strength to face it now,

I am but a speck of dust

Compared to this big, big world,

Surely that there are others

Worth mentioning than I am,

I walked alongside the crowds,

All movements stiff and awkward,

I cannot let them see me,

But in my mind, I want them,

There is a need, from my heart,

Calling to question what they

All think of me- good? Bad?

Or they don't care who I am?

Maybe they all think I'm good,

Isn't that just for the best?

Make them think that I am the

nicest person they have met,

But what if I'm not that nice?

Should I just go and pretend

To be someone that I'm not

All for their image of me?

But I know not what's in their minds,

I have no strength to know it now,

So what if they think I'm bad?

Is that what will ruin me?

I just hope that they don't think

I am a rapscallion,

And what if I'm not even

A bad person that they all

Thought I am? What if that I

Cannot even change their minds?

But I know not what's in their heads,

And I've no strength to learn of it,

Now it all leads down to this-

That they don't think of me at

All despite how my presence is

Sound and frankly quite obvious,

To be invisible is

Not quite an amazing feat,

You just blend in, and act as

If you don't belong at all,

Though if they do not think of me,

Would there be a need for my strength?

Another night, another dusk,

I can't figure if they even knew I existed.

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