This is going to be a book. I didn't know if i should put it under poetry or fiction. It's in poetry form so I'll just put it under here. If not just move it and please let me know:)
[ANITA]
SOMETIMES I WISH
I was never born.
being the middle
child of three, i'm
rarely looked at, but
when someone does
happen to glance
my way, they get this
dazed
look in their eyes,
like they don't even
recognize me.
Maybe they don't.
Hell, I don't even recognize
my own face in the mirror,
much less know
who I am anymore
what is the
point?
