Everyday, I walk through those same doors. The doors that keep me hidden from the real me. People crowd around me, but it's only when they need someone to waist time with until their friend comes, or try to spread drama, that they notice me. I'm there though, always. Everyone knows that. It's like they take me like a safe place to take advantage of, you know, the ones that you know will never leave and always listen? Yeah, that's me.
