In a very large city stands a teenage girl
Barely there
not noticed by anyone but me
barely there
i can see why,she's not what i'd call pretty
barely there
i pull some people over towards me and ask if they see anyone
barely there
they say no and bid me goodday
barely there
i walk over to her and say hello
barely there
i look into her eyes and see
barely there
a shadow of my former self,a miniature me.
This was well written, that's for sure but there's one major problem with it. It deals far too much with teenage angst. It revolves around the topic a depressed, 16 year old girl would choose to write about. Nothing wrong with that, necessarily. It's just... hackneyed and has grown stale and stagnant. But, you display that familiar use of poetic connotation. Applause.