I am the bird that everyone knows.
Never sees, only feels my presence.
Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.
My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,
my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.
On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,
unavoidable.
I am cursed;
you are cursed.
I am cursed to live with you,
with everyone.
You are cursed with my presence,
but you can adjust to let me fit
make room
even though I'm unappreciated.
I am here
no matter what.
It's a band piece
weird, I know
it's from last year
and we only played it in concert once
but it means a lot to me
it reminds me of a lot.
Of Webtoons and authors and demented circuses
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How
do others see me?
Do they see a girl in gray cargo pants and light blue thermal quarter zip?
Do they see a friend who loves them despite her crankiness?
Do they see a quiet awkward girl who prefers books to people?
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