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Shadow Vanity Use To - Poem by Shadow Vanity Days go by and I sit here and wonder why I feel so alone. Even in a room full of twenty people I can still feel invisible. People walk past me in the halls without even a side ways glance. or the smallest hint of a smile. I feel so terribly alone these days. Without you by my side to say that everything will be okay. It use to be that I could stand in a room with a hundred or more people and with one smile at me you could silence that entire room. Comments about Use To by Shadow Vanity Well Lu You're Very welcome (Report) Reply Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe