Each day reminds me.
I think I hate them. I say I think because I can't really figure out if it's proper hatred, or rage, a strong feeling of jealousy, or somethign else, but I don't like them.
I don't like their fancy phone, their fancy car, I don't like the fact that they hide their incompetence behind nice and shiny clothes or lot of talk.
I don't like them, they sounds empty, they only like what makes people notice them. And the worst thing is it works. They just make people like me even more invisible. I am not the noticeable kind of personn. People just go and pass around me without noticing me, I am use to it. It's not as painful as it's use to be. Just a general feeling of uselessness. But really nothing I can do. When I see then I don't even want to be notice I'll be too affraid to be compared to them. I just hide even more deeply in the shade. And it makes their job even more easy.
People don't care anymore of who you really are. People don't care of what you may or may not think. People want to shine. and If that means hanging around them because they shine as well, so be it.
I've tried. I've tried very hard to shine, to be intresting. I can't I am sorry. I can't do that. I can't be someone I am not. I don't invade people's sphere. They are welcome to go in mine if they ask nicely, but I don't like to impose myself and I am too scared to open mine freely to people.
I am not cool and I'll never be. To serious, to shy, to much affraid of the others. I am just what I am.I think I'll just have to love the shadows.