I am no one and I am nothing
I am the perception of what you want me to be or the opposite of what you would think me to be.
I doubt I even know me.
I lost sight of her before she even had a chance to be.
I have countless thought and opinions to share about but my inner doubts have led me to believe that no one would care.
Sometimes I feel like a little girl sitting at the wrong table whenever I speak and all the adults are just laughing at me. I am to soft spoken to raise my voice so everyone assumes I am weak.
I am like a blunt rock that everyone step on and ignores because I don’t have sharp edges and even my roses don’t have thorns so they easily pluck and tear at me without feeling a pinch and so I become less inch for inch.
I will never know the real me and neither will they but I wish I could be there when they write my eulogy one day.
For now I will remain the same, a shallow grave waiting for its remains.