We pitiful in some way. We laughable. We derisories. We begging to be overlooked. Passed over. We who should have been on no one’s list. From whom no one was expecting anything.
We not even disappointers. We in perpetual descent. We runts of the litter. We always deficient. We runners up in life. We extras in life. We rhubarb-rhubarbers, always in the background.
We confused types. Clueless types. Best kept out of the spotlight.
We shrinkers away. We hiders-away. We stickers to corners and cracks. We slinkers away. We peerers from shadows. We hoping to pass unnoticed. Hoping to be part of the furniture. Hoping that no one notices us. Picks us out. We praying to appear on no one’s radar. We wanting only to be left alone. Left out of all spotlights.
Work in Progress 