The same old story

Forgetting me

My name is a whisper, you can barely hear it                                                                      

My please are just me mouthing words, you won't hear my cries

My tears are as dry as desserts, you'll think I'm ok 

My scars aren't visible, you'll think I'm uninjured 

But in reality I'm nothing, just another face in the crowd

You'll forget and leave me but that's ok 

I'll hold the door open and smile as you leave

Because the truth is your not the first