Invisible

Who ever listened to their heart?

I see Evan
and look away,
blinking back
cccccuseless
tears when I remember
my father’s words.

“Whatever boy you’re
crushing on
won’t notice.”

He’s right, isn’t he?
No
boy
- or girl -
will ever
notice.

I’m just another person
in this world.
There are many more
faces and bodies,
people of different appearances
walking around right now.

Are any of us special
or are we all
just
the
same?

(But Evan is
special
beautiful
amazing
to me.)

And I don’t even
know him.

I shouldn’t think
like this.