Silent.

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Silent. As silent as tape over my mouth, I scream out. No response.
No one. No one comes up to me. I have to come up to THEM.

"What's it like?" I think to myself often, "being popular." Watching every pretty girl with big chests and a pretty face get talked with all the time.

Then I view myself, screaming with the tape still stuck. Unable to come off, my voice unheard. No one wants to hear a scrawny, short, flat girl. Annoying and pestering.

It's how it's always been.

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