All my life I’ve been stepped on, forgotten, and dismissed. It’s just something you get used to after a while. I’m the one that isn’t good enough, tall enough, or loud enough. I’m the one that seems to fade into the woodwork while everyone else is in the spotlight. I’m the one you don’t notice standing right beside you. I wave my arms and try my best, but in the end the furthest I’ve gotten is nowhere. I’m the one that you assume will accept anything, because you’ve never heard me complain. You’ve never heard me at all. My name is the one you can’t remember. My face is the blur in your mind.
