I'm the girl who sits in the back if the room
The one that you don't see
If someone were to say my name
You wouldn't even know me
I'm not the one you notice
I'm not the one you'd see
I'm not your form of perfection
With my baggy sweater and worn out jeans
I'm the girl in the back if the room
I keep my head down and my headphones in
Blocking out reality because it has no place for me.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
PoetryThese are my poems....they're about breakdowns and self harm. I've been told they're emotional yet when I read them I feel nothing. Enjoy
