You know when people talk about main characters
The significance their lives hold
The value of each and every breath they take
The impact within their community
Maybe even the world
Their overall presence, glorified by those around them
Like Kings and queens
Their say means more than most
Their opinions and feelings always validated
And always supported
Now think of the opposite
Someone who’s presence is rarely noticed
Like walls
They breathe and listen to conversations they weren’t supposed to hear
But people forget they’re there
So they suffer in silence
Most of their screams are unheard until it’s too late
Their  scars often cut too deep
Their wounds never truly heal
They are never given an opportunity to live because of the infinite battle between themselves
They thrive off their insecurities and suffering
Their comfort lies within the consistency of their pain
Their pain rooted from unresolved trauma
Which snowballed into feelings of disparity and hopelessness
Maybe they feel undesirable
A broken record having the same repeated feelings cross their minds over and over again
That they’re too broken to be loved
That the glue for their scattered pieces will remain lost
That it’s not worth it
It’s best to stay away
Your love for them never lasts they say
Because as soon as you see them with their guards down
The ugly comes out