Try as I might, I am forgettable.
Maybe because I don’t wave my arms and scream- LOOK AT ME!
Perhaps it’s the way I put others first- even when I need so much.
I don’t cause a fuss. Nare a ripple in the water.
I don’t do what I do for any recognition. But, at the same time it hurts to be forgotten all the time.
No one notices when I am sad. That happy face works too well.
No one knows how many tears flow from my eyes. Hot showers conceal puffy eyes and sobs.
This illusion of treading easily a top the water must work well from a distance, because I’ve been drowning for so long- but no one notices.
I am forgettable.