im not even gonna call it anything

I know that you don't know,
that you don't care.
I know you don't see me,
don't notice me.

I'm just one of those faceless people that brush by you on the streets
you step aside to let me pass
but not once
do you see who I actually am.

If I hadn't talked to you,
you never would have known
I'm just a piece of the background
in the picture called your life

It has loads of other people
people you notice
people who mean something to you.

Me?
I'm part of the foliage,
part of the backdrop,
that unnoticed shadow that skulks at the back.

I know now,
that no one sees me.
As long as I don't say hello
I shouldn't expect anyone to initiate it.

I'm that shadow that avoids happy crowds
of people living their happy lives
I'm that shadow that turns away
from joy.

I'm that shadow,
who will one day release all the anger I've had inside.
I'm that shadow,
who will one day step into the light.

OOOOO...
emo poem alert!!!
i like thinking of myself as Nightcrawler or something...
something no one expects to do great things...
hmmm...
interesting prospect...
while i ponder on this...
bb for now
anne/moira