I know its stupid to think you might care
Or notice
Or even acknowledge
That i exsist?
It's wishful to think you might know that i hurt
That someone has feelings beside yourself?
Maybe im wrong or maybe im right
I really wish you stop and ask how my day went
Maybe you would know my favorite color
Or candy?
Maybe whether or not i like to read?
Or that i hate math?
You dont care
I wish you did
Ask me how i am
And i'll ask you
Deal?
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew It Was Me
PuisiA collection of poems about an unnoticed girl, hoping that she would be recognized.