I'm a decent person.
Like, there's some days that I look in the mirror and I think sure, I guess someone could want to be around me. I'm a good friend. I can be cute sometimes. I'm somewhat funny.
I'm a decent person.
But then, do you ever just get around that group of people that make you feel lower than dirt?
All interactions with them are fake, empty promises.
You feel pitied, not loved.
You know there would be no difference if you weren't there.
Embraceable, but replaceable.
Embraceable, replaceable me.
That seems to be the pattern my life is taking.
People hang around me for the idea of me.
A girl who got a lot of leads.
A girl who can somewhat sing.
A girl who can dance on a good day.
A girl who can even be cute sometimes.
And then they completely ignore me once their done.
I'm an accessory. Not a person to them.
The words of Jane Eyre come to mind.
"Do you think I am an automaton? A machine without feelings?....Do you think that because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty, and much wealth, I would make it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you."
Preach it sister.
I'm just poor, obscure, plain, little me.
Used and thrown aside too many times.
Having to make decisions to leave, that people will never notice cause they didn't care that I was there.
Have fun without me.
I'm sick of feeling replaceable.
