Who am I?

Who am I, you inquire? I am the girl that can be overlooked very easily.

Who am I, you inquire?

I am the girl who walks around

in empty parking lots,

looking for a solid purpose

I am the girl that is drowning more

and more into her own despair each day

I am the girl that nobody cares much for, the

one people can overlook so easily

I am that girl you see over there, huddled

in the corner, clutching a book in her hand, tears

streaming effortlessly down her cheeks

I'm sure you've seen me around

Don't you see me? I'm right in your line of vision,

dancing outside in the rain, screaming into the

open air, arms out, laughing

I am the meaning of nothing,

I cringe under your

penetrating gaze, willing you to go away

It's strange, though, even as I wish you away

I want you to stay, but I'm not brave enough

to hold a stable conversation with you

the girl that I am is not one of much excitement

but what does it really matter?

My identity needn't be discussed anyway.

Reviews

[Rachel 6sixtrümper]

this might be one of the most truthful poems i have read because everyone has this feeling of being invisible now and again, especially near a crush.