That girl

We fall, we rise, we rejoice

We have an unsung destinations,

You never know what happens,

You will never be that pretty girl,

most guys dream about,
based on how you look,
size, smell, height, personality,
it is the same look over again,
you will only be the shadowed,

used, forgotten one.
The one most don't remember,
or the girl who disappears,
When people meet you,

they want to spit you up and chew you out.

You are a nobody,
Which becomes a no one.

In all true reality to others.

You don't exist.

You will never be that girl.

But why would you want to be.