Laughes.
Smiles.
Giggles.
Everything without me.
They don't even notice
I've been there many a times
But not enough to be considered one of them
So I ask myself,
How do I change to fit in?
Then I laugh,
Remembering the fact that I'm nothing to them
No reason to pay attention
Nothing special.
It's the internal struggle I hid,
Knowing I'm not worthy
And will always be everybody's nothing.