Forgotten

Why is it, we, the quiet ones are forgotten? I am not just quiet. I am loud and outspoken. I am not just a number or a series of Letters. I am me. I am not a living prop that you can use and abuse until it breaks. If so I would already be broken into shards. I am not smart or pretty or sporty. I am more likely to be reading and watching movies on a friday (if I have off) than at a party. I am more enough writing than outside. But so what? So I should'nt be remembered? I have just as much potential to change the world as anyone here. And yet I'm not treated that way.