I’ve learned to live with the truth: I am not everyone’s favorite. I cannot make you laugh all day long with my presence. I am not the first name people think of when they’re planning something. I am not the one they text late at night with their secrets, nor the one they rush to meet when life gets heavy. I am the one who listens, who stays, who cares but often goes unseen.
It hurts sometimes, standing among people yet feeling completely alone.You smile, you nod, you play your part, while deep inside your heart aches for someone to notice not just your presence, but you.
Being "not everyone’s favorite" doesn’t mean I have no worth. I was someones favorite!! Mostly some Hidden Guest of zozo. I was so comfortable Having conversation with them. Someone who stays for a short period of time but leaves a memory and happiness of century. I miss them. Miss them badly!! They make me feel Alive!!
MARCELLO
It hurts sometimes, standing among people yet feeling completely alone.You smile, you nod, you play your part, while deep inside your heart aches for someone to notice not just your presence, but you.
Being "not everyone’s favorite" doesn’t mean I have no worth. I was someones favorite!! Mostly some Hidden Guest of zozo. I was so comfortable Having conversation with them. Someone who stays for a short period of time but leaves a memory and happiness of century. I miss them. Miss them badly!! They make me feel Alive!!
( All my writings are concern to myself )
MARCELLO
