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Em or Finn May 2015
I was born to be forgotten
Swept under the rug
I wasn't meant to be anything exceptional
Just average

As I grew older
The teachers saw potential
The ability to pick up things quickly
And never yell, scream, or back-talk

I am shy
I never talk unless talked to
Which leads people to think
I don't exist

People push past me in a hallway
No acknowledging my existence
And I wonder
Do I exist?

Some people don't realize I'm in their grade
I slip by undetected
Without a glance
Without a word

I was born to be misplaced
And when you are born a certain way
It seems that fate doesn't let you change
So I will forever be
Forgotten

— The End —