A Minor in a Crowd


I’m a minor in a crowd of many
Unnoticed, even my shouts sound empty
My cries are like my presence
Lacking astounding essence,
I’m a minor in a crowd of few
Still getting lost, a person askew
Discovery and direction is the goal
Guided by the worries and feeling out of control,
I’m a minor in a crowd of the grown
Insignificant as a child whose opinions unknown
Foreign to life, foreign to existence
So close to them, but still feeling some distance

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