This Is Me

July 8, 2014

I am just a sad girl who wanders the world.

Someone who is easily forgotten almost like a ghost.

I am a figment of everyones imagination.

Because if I leave they never think of me again.

I am a girl who spent her freshman year sitting at the nerds table and even they have forgotten me.

Sometimes I fell like I am nothing.

I worry that I'm just a ghost.

Some spirit or person who has died and made up a pathetic life for themselves.

I feel hated by many because the color of my skin.

Classified under stupid because of it as well.

And somehow even though I try. I feel like I will never be enough.

To weird for the normal people and to normal for the weird.

Where do I belong?

I question that all the time.

Do I really have a place in this world?

I don't know what I am anymore.

I walk in the world with my head down to the ground.

I am broken. Just like the many people I met.

I hold so many secrets as I listen to others.

But who will listen to me?

The answer is no one because no one really cares for me enough to do that.

I am just a girl who cares for every enough to die in the place of another.

Yet, everyone ignores me.

I am absolutely nothing.

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