Don’t worry,
I’ve gotten used to it.
I understand
If you don’t look at me in the hallway.
I mean,
Who would blame you?
I wouldn’t look at me either.
I don’t even own a mirror.
I am not special.
I don’t stand out.
I am not by any means beautiful.
I am just me.
But I can’t lie to you,
And say it doesn’t hurt—
Because it does.
I’m dying.
And even though we probably will
Never know each other,
It still pains me to know
That even when I’m not in a crowd—
I am the background.
It kills me
To see your eyes slide past me
When I am aching to be noticed.
—To know that
Even when you look at me, you don’t see me.
Because I am invisible.
And I will always be.
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So this one doesn't rhyme like the others. I find that when I'm not trying to rhyme, the words come easier. Anyway, this is how I feel sometimes. What do you think? Can anyone relate to this? :D
@cupcakecovers made my cover! :D
~Mikaila <|:3
