The Next Stop

I'm in this weird sad mood again... even some stranger could see it. Just sitting on the tram waiting to get off at Flinders, and an old man asks me if I'm alright. Am I? I don't know. I've been trying not to think too much the last few days but the same thoughts keep coming back to me. Why do I have to be such a girl? I wish I was someone else. Someone who's pretty, smart, great personality- someone who feels great about themselves without ever having to doubt themselves. Sometimes I wish people would acknowledge me a bit more, give me credit when credit is due, rather than treat me as some sort of extra person on the side who you happen to know. I don't need the spotlight on me all the time, just once in a while would be nice. I'm still here. Don't forget me just because there's someone who is more fun, smart, amazing than me. I don't want to fade into the background,becoming nothing more than an object to be used. You know what is amazing though? How easily people can ignore what I have to say, whether it be something small or something personal, anything; I'm just ignored. Or, somehow people turn it into something about themselves. I do what I do, I listen. I listen. I listen. I suppress my feelings even further. Sometimes I just think, why do I bother? Just keep it all in, no one cares anyway.