No one utters my name
I wonder if its a forbidden word
It's almost as if I'm invisible
Like a wave knocked out any memory of us
They didn't even look at me
They looked through me instead
No more whispers and side glances
Now only silence and vacant stares
I wonder if they recognize me
Do they view me still the same?
Polished gem filled with talent and glee
Not a coal who has been washed down with purple paint
Marked with faulty scissors in an attempt to etch my own name
How then do they view me?
In what lens am I portrayed?
Either ways nothing matters
One day my own lens will reign supreme
Written on: Sometime before November in AP Calc
A/N: I get the most inspo when I zone out in Calc