Survivor's Remorse

I was glass

Written January 23, 2004

I see him glare everyday.

I wish he were looking at me

But sadly as the truth may be.

He doesn't even know I'm me...

He looks straight through me to the popular girl,

The popular girl that's prettier than me.

All he sees is her,

He doesn't even notice me.

He stares at her day after day

Just waiting for her to catch her eye to say, "Hey!"

And she doesn't even cut her eyes his way.

I just look straight forward in dismay.

He might glance at me occasionally

And then tilt his head to the side.

But, the fact I know he's not looking at me,

Makes me want to hide.

I know he'll notice me one day,

More than just the girl that sits to the right.

But if he doesn't notice me soon,

I might have to shed some light.

But, when I decide to speak,

He looked at me like I was crazy.

I wanted to disappear in the nightmare

And wake up to only remember it vaguely.

In the bathroom, I screamed, I cried, ranted and raged

Because I was such an outcast.

But, it took me that long to realize

To him, I was nothing but glass.