Dull

They say I am boring. They say I am plain. They ask me, "Why are you even here?", but I don't say anything. I just walk away. I don't know how to stand up for myself. I don't know how to show them who I really am. I don't know anything anymore, and no one knows me anymore. I know myself, though. This isn't me. I have changed. I used to be interesting. I know I am still interesting. I have many stories to tell. I just don't know how to tell them. It doesn't matter anyways. They don't really care. They can't even remember my name. To them I am Dull. That is what they all call me. That is what he refused to call me.