Thoughts on a Page

I'm the girl they all forget about

Don't get me wrong

I understand

I'm not very memorable

I'm quiet

I keep to myself

I don't even like attention

Or maybe

I pretend I don't

Maybe

I'm scared that someone will see me

I don't mean

Just notice me

I mean see me

A fraud

Kind of good at things

But not great

at anything

Too particular

but not perfect

Not good at changing things up, because I'm stuck in my ways

trying but not giving enough thought

Telling other people this would help

but not allowing myself to sleep, eat, even breath

I Meant to SAY cry

But my words are coming out wrong and I don't know why

saturated

belligerent

catastrophic

benign

benign

that's all it is

small little thing

small little problem

that I over think

And just when I think I know something

Nothing

Absolutely nothing left

Nothing to be nothing to see nothing left

can't catch my breath

blank blank blank sheet

nothing left here for me

goddd i can't

i just can't

be