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Here I Am

A raw and emotional poem about feeling unseen, unheard, and lost in the world.

Raw and urgent poem voicing invisibility, frustration, and emotional isolation, moving through escalating expressions of being seen and heard.

Art in black, white, and grey depicting a person in an intense moment of anguish. Their mouth is open in a silent scream, with furrowed brows, clenched eyes, and hands raised in expressive distress. Their tousled hair flows wildly, adding to the raw emotional energy of the piece. The textured background fades into darkness, heightening the dramatic effect.

Here I am, sitting
Waiting to be seen.

Here I am, squinting
Is all the world a dream?

Here I am, speaking
No one hears a sound.

Here I am, seeking,
Never am I found.

Here I am, flipping
For all the world to see

Here I am, screaming
Throwing out my misery

Here I am, jumping,
How high until I fall?

Here I am, stomping,
Is there a point at all?

Here I am, crying,
Head down in my hands.

Here I am, dying,
Still, no one understands.

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