What would life be like if I was invisible?
Would people miss me and my presence, without ever knowing me?
What would life be like if I never existed?
Would life continue on the way it has, or would a hole need to be filled?
I’ve never considered myself talented
I used to cry because I wasn’t good at anything
I was a B average in all my classes
Nothing made me stick out
By fourth or fifth grade, everyone had themselves figured out
I was still confused about who I was
They were all becoming adults
I still wanted to play at recess…
It wasn’t until eighth grade when I met someone who liked to write
And I stole that talent from them
I chose to pursue it and make it mine
But I’m not special.
My talent is not special
My talent is not mine
My writing won’t change the world
I’m not special enough to be recognized…
When people read what I’ve written
I like to pretend I am something
I am something special
But I’m only faking it.
I’m faking myself
I’m no one and will never be someone
I’m no J.K Rowling or Susan Collins
I’m not famous and will never see myself make it
People like me….
We don’t make it
We hide in the shadows until the shadows engulf us
And then we disappear and no one will ever know
I’m faking everything
My talent
My happiness
My life
