I'm supposed to write something about myself here.
But I'm nobody important. Just some girl you knew once upon a time. Someone you've forgotten. Just another face in the crowd.
Remember that girl from ninth grade who sat a few rows back in math class? The one that you never paid attention to, because you were too busy with your own friends?
How about the girl you hooked up with, drunk, at a mutual friend's party? The one you never spoke to afterwards. Where is she now?
Or the girl on the subway who sat next to you and only took up half a seat? Or the one who sat across from you and took up three seats?
I am none of those people, yet I am each and every one of them.
And even if you never actually knew me, it makes no difference. You could have. The point is that you'll never know whether you did or not, because you never cared enough to notice me smile at the things you said, cry about the things you didn't say, laugh at the way your hair would never stay down, and frown at the way you didn't have time for me.
Next time you see me. Or whoever that girl is. Let her know that you know she exists.
But I'm nobody important. Just some girl you knew once upon a time. Someone you've forgotten. Just another face in the crowd.
Remember that girl from ninth grade who sat a few rows back in math class? The one that you never paid attention to, because you were too busy with your own friends?
How about the girl you hooked up with, drunk, at a mutual friend's party? The one you never spoke to afterwards. Where is she now?
Or the girl on the subway who sat next to you and only took up half a seat? Or the one who sat across from you and took up three seats?
I am none of those people, yet I am each and every one of them.
And even if you never actually knew me, it makes no difference. You could have. The point is that you'll never know whether you did or not, because you never cared enough to notice me smile at the things you said, cry about the things you didn't say, laugh at the way your hair would never stay down, and frown at the way you didn't have time for me.
Next time you see me. Or whoever that girl is. Let her know that you know she exists.
- Last seen 4 hours ago. Member since September 17, 2007.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 524 comments.
- I am a 17 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm invisible.
- I have 524 comments, 2 contests
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MysteriousStrangerX on December 1wow thanks for all of your comments i really appreciate it!
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Matt Coggan on November 9Cheer up, invisibility does offer up many advantages..... Your words almost bought a tear to my eye but remember, if people ignore u it is only there loss
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ArtisticWeirdo on November 7This made me cry. I am that girl. The one who always feels out of place, the one people whisper 'she's anorexic' because I'm too damn skinny. Sorry I don't mean to whine, your page just really hit home for me.
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