They See Me

They see me, but they don’t, “Oh,” they say, when they talk about me, “I guess she’s…nice?”

No-one invites me to parties and things, Their skip right over me while scanning a crowd, Even when I wave and shout, No-one hears me.

When I accomplish something, People forget easily, Or they wave it off, “That’s wonderful, dear.” Are my talents that forgettable?

I try my best, But when I fail, All I get are cold glares, and faces full of disappointments.

When I protest, They say, “Hush, girl.” Is my voice that forgettable?

When someone needs something, I come running to help them, Hoping they would remember me, Smile at me in a crowd.

But-but, don’t you see? I have talents too! I’m more than just a smiling face, I-I’m rememberable too!

But all my words unfurl into smoke Until all, I’m staring at is myself,

Tell me then, Is it wrong to cry, and wonder, What I’m doing wrong?

Why does everyone else get love and attention? Why does no-one see me? Why does no-one ever, ever appreciate my hard work? Do I…not deserve it?

So, I lose myself in words, In the mystical world that acts like a barrier Between me and the real world. I want to disappear in there forever.

Because there, at least, Someone would remember me.