I am a nuisance.
A burden on society.
If you recall that time
You were stuck in traffic
Or had an inclination
To yell at a stranger,
You saw me.
You know me.
I am the fly that disappears.
I am the rain drop
When you have no umbrella.
An inconvenience at best,
But hopeful and trying,
I’m sorry for who I’ve been,
I’m sorry for who I have to be.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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