A Shadow

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Nobody really sees me
I'm not the loudest in the room
Or the funniest
Not even the prettiest
I hide,
I stay quiet and refuse to put myself out there
People often forget I'm there.
I guess I've always been this way,
My mom described me as a very quiet and 'easy' baby.

I feel like a shadow.
I walk behind my best friends who are louder and more confident
I walk in thier shadow.
I'm happy for them,
That they get the attention they do
Being recognized.
I wish I could be that person.

At night I wonder who I'd be if I spoke up or made a reputation of myself.
Would I have a huge group of friends?
Would I do all the fun highschool activities?
Maybe in another life I live that dream,
Being pretty and recognizable

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