They walk past me like I wasn't there
They talk about me
I want to scream "I'm right here"
They never talk to my face
No one ever nows I'm there
They past me
As if I'm crystal clear
Does the world even care
That I'm here
Am I just a waste
Of time and air
Does any see me?
Does anyone care?
YOU ARE READING
Perfection is the key
RandomI know they are extremly crappy but I just thought I would put something out there.
