Making little fuss.
And being less remembered,
Which is pretty much the way I have always been
Never pretty, or popular enough to matter
Never outrageous or understanding enough to get attention
Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to make certain that I am even real
Conversations swirl around me
Invitations to others surround me
Even Alexis, who has tried to be my best friend,
Is dragged down by my invisibility
No, I am not pregnant,
Not on drugs
Not alcohol
Not influenced by rock or heavy metal or rap
I am just not.
And I am so tired of trying to be
So I say my good-night to this world
Feeling since it has never embraced me
It will not mind if I have abandoned it.