Everyone will know my name
when all is said and done.
They'll cry out
in false agony.
They will recall all the words
they never truly understood.
They'll hold each other
and wipe the tears that
they do not deserve to cry.
They will claim to have known me,
the girl that no one saw.
They will read old journals
and say how they wish
I would have told.
But how did you miss
the emptiness in my eyes?
How did you not hear
the way my voice fell flat?
But they will cry anyways,
and they will hug themselves.
I am famous,
didn't you know?
