|To whom it may concern,|
I haven't really felt quite like myself recently. Or, i should say i don't relly know who myself is. I used to be so sure of it and not in a cocky way, but in a, "I'm absolutely sure that my knees are there even when I'm not looking at them" way. when did all my charm go. Am i witty, bright, interesting, special, or precious to this world in any way. Where did all that made me feel like a sparkle in dark skies go. when did i become a grey speckle on a grey beach. How am i nt see. why do i not stand out. Where is my voice. i'm yelling for someone to see me, and it isn't that people aren't listening. I'm just not saying anything. No sound comes from me. nothing is coming from me. the bare walls in my room used to be ironic. now they are tragically truly me. I am no longer poor. Im not troubled or alien. Im just bare. A meaningless variable. A forgotten joke that was once amusing. where have friendships gone. who are these people that acknowledge me. how did i get here. what should i say. a joke. a story. my mouth opens. i yell. i strain. i look at their faces for something. something to show me that they have heard me... more importantly, that they like me.