Amelia_v

Quiet,
speak only when spoken to.
Hunched shoulders,
trying to hide in my own skin.
Normal bland clothes,
fitting in but not being me.
Doing the right thing,
even when it means being quiet.
Worrying about grades,

The sun was cold, shining through the winter air and onto the glistening snow around her feet, she smiled as the cold bit at her exposed skin and turned her nose pink like a new born baby.

I am still here,
sitting in the corner,
waiting,
waiting,
for you to notice me,
see my face,
in a new way.

I am still here,
even when you're gone,
even when you're not coming back,
waiting,
waiting,