You won't find me on the red carpet,
I don't walk the catwalk in fancy clothes.
I don't beg for autographs,
You won't see me fangirl.
I'm quiet.
I'm patient.
I can wait for you to notice.
I'm honest,
and kind.
I'll be here when you find me.
I'm building a life worth finding,
filling pages, asking questions,
laughing too loud at things that aren't that funny.
I won't stand outside your door.
I'll leave mine open,
and keep living inside it.
Maybe one day you'll look my way,
and something in me will feel familiar.
Not because I made you see me,
not because I chased you down,
but because somehow, among all this noise,
you noticed me too.
About the Creator
Danielle Katsouros
Rural mail carrier, writer, and professional noticer. I write about neurodivergence, burnout, power, shame, joy, and the strange business of being human. Find Curious Katsouros: https://linktr.ee/Curiouskatsouros
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