I am nothing important
No one special
Just the secondary character
That people meet and leave on their journey

Im the friend you talk to when your true ones are gone
Im the Icecream you take because the better options have run out
Im not good, im not bad
Im just ok

Im not special not grand
Quite honestly im bland
I stand in the back and rarely raise my hand

The teachers all know me
Yet forget my name
It's like a word you've forgotten
That tickles the back of your brain

As you try to remember where you've seen my face
“It's ok,” I say masking my hurt
“people forget me all the time anyway “
Even though I've been in this class since the 9th grade

Im nothing
No one
Another forgotten face
And I've accepted that ill never find my place