I sit in a room that feels too loud,
Yet somehow, I fade into the crowd.
Do they see me, or just my past?
Am I changing too slow or too fast?

I try to prove I’m not the same,
That I’ve grown beyond my old mistakes.
But no one seems to really care,
Like I’m still stuck in who I was back there.

I let myself believe a lie,
That he liked her, and not my side.
For a year, I held that pain,
Like a secret storm inside my brain.

But even now, I’m not quite sure,
What if she likes him, even more?
She swears she doesn’t,
She swears that she likes someone else,
But something feels just not the same.

And people tease me, way too loud,
Like my feelings are for them to shout.
They smirk, they laugh, they call him near,
Like my heart’s a joke they love to hear.

Even when I stand up tall,
Like when I spoke in front of all,
They made sure his name was said,
Like it’s some game inside their heads.

I’m tired of pretending it’s okay,
Of brushing off the things they say.
They don’t see how much it stings,
How small it makes me feel within.

Sometimes I think—what if I left?
Would they even feel the emptiness?
Would they miss me, even a bit,
Or would I leave and not be missed?

Some nights, I wish I could disappear,
Not forever, just… away from here.
Just to know—just to see,
If anyone would look for me.

But I’m still here, taking space,
Even when I feel out of place.
And maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll find,
A place where I don’t have to hide.