Every Day

You see me..

You see me in the hallway, you see me on the bus.

You see me in the grocery stores,

The ‘thing’ you go discuss.

You see me in the streets, you see me on the train.

But I am just a stranger, some might even ask if sane.

You see me in my colors, you see me in despair.

You see me as the sad goth girl with bows strung in my hair.

You pass me every day, you never bat an eye.

For I am just the lonely desperate girl, that’s laughed at passing by.

I lay in bed sleepless hoping they’ll all know my name.

Appreciate my thoughtfulness, not for pity, not for fame.

But it seems I’m just that goth girl, they know me all the same.

Sometimes I feel less, sometimes I feel shame.

I often lay awake at night,

Wondering..

Will they ever know my name?

- iris