Observancy

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Observant.
That's what I am.
I observe the newest couple that will soon not exist.
I observe the girl that pretends to eat while every one watches.
I observe the girl that wants to fit in.
I observe the boy who isn't comfortable in his own skin.
I observe the girl who acts tough but is really broken inside.

I most importantly observe the boy who is like me.
He sits quietly with his friends.
Observing what goes on around.
But there is one thing he hasn't noticed yet.
Me.
The observer.
The one who sees much but sometimes not enough.
The one who struggles with her own self image.
The one who seemingly goes unnoticed.
The one that despite her brain she chooses to run wild with her heart.

But one day I hope.
That someone will notice me.
The way I notice them.
That I will become the center of their observancy.
But until that day comes.
I will sit here.
Minding my own business.
Being observant.
As always.

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