December 21
She Was There

No one noticed her.
But she was there.
Always there.
Nobody knew anything about her,
But she was there.
Not invisible.
But not noticeable.
You can pass by everyday,
And she'll slip your mind.
You see her everyday,
But do you really notice that she's there?
Same clothes, same hair.
Same lonely eyes, same backpack.
Nothing's changed about her.
One day, you once again see her.
This time, she does something different.
Then she's noticed.
She slowly walked out.
Walked out of your sorry, troubled life.
And you never saw her again.