Who Knew…
All those years
I was the shy
silent one
The one who
most people forgot…
Ignored…
Never considered to be
of any importance…
Yet…
All those years
of being on
the outside looking in…
I watched…
Listened…
Observed details…
Learned…
No one ever knew
that they were
being mentally
recorded…
Every detail…
Every action…
filed away in
the deep dark
recesses of my
mind…
to be used when
needed in the future…
Bringing back
every mean word
and deed…
every hurt…
every time I
was left out…
ignored…
used…
abused…
abandoned…
Or…
neglected
by those thinking
themselves better…
superior…
entitled…
Because…
You see…
I have the
Magic…
the ability…
the power…
To bring each
and every one
of them to their
knees…
the ones who
wronged me
in any form or
fashion during
my life
They didn’t know then…
and most don’t know now…
I am a WRITER
And…
My works have
POWER…
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Today’s prompt: write a nobody knows poem…
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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