What’s your name again?

“What’s your name again?”

They ask me 

“Amelia” 

I whisper in a hushed tone

“Right” 

They nod as if they remembered  at all

“Why ask if you don’t care? But you should remember my name. I have sat next to you. At this table. All year. Am I that invisible. Or do you just not care. About the quiet girl in glasses who sits all day. Just trying to get to the end. Do you not think, that maybe this very quiet girl. Stays up late laughing with her friends, screams at the world. I think you just don’t care. And honestly I don’t give a damn.” 

I say in my head 

Because I hardly ever

Have the guts to say

“Asshole, remember my name.”

For one day

You will be thanking your lucky stars 

You never got on my bad side

But you did

So cross your heart and hope to die

My name is Amelia 

And you better watch your back.