I overthink, I have the loudest mind that just won't stop.
I have strong opinions you won't bother listening to, I am smart, but you don't care unless you need an answer in class.
You often forget I'm there, I politely smile when you forget my name and tell you it's fine. It's not, but you'll never know that. People talk over me because I'm not loud, but what can I do about that?
I was taught that my presence is tolerated and not appreciated, that I can't speak unless I"m spoken to, that I take up too much space and time.
Teachers are surprised when I participate, some don't even know how my voice sounds.
I politely smile and stand there when you talk, I listem, I try to understand. But you don't. That's fine, I'm not interesting anyway.
That's what I think, because no one pays attention to me. Even though I have a great personality, even though I'm fun and positive, you'll never know that because you never bothered to ask.
Oh, you forgot I existed again? That's fine, I'll just give you my name again.
Oh, you want an answer wile we're in the middle of a test? Of course I'll give it to you, I'm nice. But do you remember?
Does anyone recall I am a person?
I have feelings, I have a soul, a heart. But to you I'm just that girl that is forgotten too easily, the girl that hates to speak in public, the girl who is alway nice to people but never gets any kindness in return.
You think I'm fine, you think it's ok.
But no.
I'm lonely, I envy friends and I want to talk to someone. But I'm only there to listen, and never be heard or even seen.
You'll never know how painful it is. You'll never see what's beneath my shell, what I hide. No one will understand, no one will heal those deep scars because no one knows they exist. Just like me.
I am smart, I am overlooked, I don't feel pretty, I am never listened to, never believed. I am alone, I am fascinated by everything. I find beauty everywhere I look because all I do is see, admire. I am wasted, like all my potential. I never pour my heart out because no one cares. I try, but no one notices. I am important, I matter. I am a wonderful person you will never get to know.
Because to you, I will always just be
the quiet girl.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
