In the rhythm of your words,
I would be a white noise.
I would always be there,
Yet you'll never notice me.
I try to make the spotlight mine,
For once,
Yet I end up giving it to you,
Out of admiration,
Out of pity.
I blot words that sound bratty,
Words that don't deserve your attention.
Yet if you could read this,
I'd thank you for your time.
No matter what I do,
I'll always be the white noise.
I've never been the main attraction.
At least, if it wasn't for a horrid cause.