It’s always the same;
Hearing my name.
And knowing;
That I’ll never have to answer.
It’s always the same;
Hearing my name.
And knowing
It’s not mine.
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It’s always this way;
Day after day.
Being invisible;
Is no fun.
It’s always this way
Day after day
Being invisible
No change in here or gone.
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No one to notice
To feel I am aimless
To know me
To see me.
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In a way its expected
A way I’ve always known
How can I be with them
When I am so different?
There is about twenty of us
There is about twenty of us girls in this class and they are just now going ' Oh! This girl exists!" Yeah, been here for about nine months people -.-
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
I can relate.
This girl has been in my classes since third grade, she still can't rememeber my name. Great piece if writing, I really enjoyed this.
-Lala