I can see myself as the secondary character in the story.
The one nobody realizes has her own emotions.
Her own dreams and heart breaks.
The one people put to the side while she cries silently,
in the sentence that readers skip over, ignorant.
Her tears are written on the page,
but nobody takes notice,
because the main character goes perfect with th secondary character's lost love.
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
