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I am not that girl

I am the shadow...
the one you walk by, and not notice
I am her, everybody, everything.
So mundane , its funny.
You make a promise to meet, and I wait. Not forget.
You call , I pick up in two rings.
I am that. I am wall.

That girl, you saw cry, but it dint matter.
She sits in the corner , and watches your reflection in the glass.
The female whose femininity is a nonentity.
Nothing is her middle name.
I am that, I am the table.

I say something profound, imagine it would change perception.
It dint, it fell away like dust in a storm.
She seeks your glance, you look, I look away.
She has beautiful friends.
She knows you better than you know yourself.
I am happy to be acknowledged.
I am that, I am ceiling.

That girl, you see walk with her head down,but it dint matter.
She stares at the walls, her attention is on you.
The female whose breasts dint make you look.
Nothing is her middle name.
I am that, I am wallpaper.

I say something intelligent,imagine it would stick.
It dint,it slipped away like I used old gum.
She seeks you attention,you give it, I want more.
She has exemplar parents.
She knows your birthday.
I lie to myself.
I am that, I am the dim lights.

That girl, you see in pain, but it dint matter.
She looks at her hands, she is searching her soul.
The female you dint know existed.
Nothing is her middle name.
I am that, I am nothing.

I am that girl, who dies everyday.
I am that girl, who cries everyday.
I am that girl, who dies everyday.
I am not that girl.

Photo by sean Kong on Unsplash

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