Today’s Prompt: To all the poor ugly folks who know that they will never be anyone’s first preference. To all the broken lonely souls who are locked deep in the chamber of insignificance. To all those who remain a shade in the shadow; its not the starlight that’s not reaching you but its the heart that’s refusing to shine!
I am the side kick.
The second favourite child.
The shirt you settled for.
I am the insignificant one.
The “others” that you refer to?
Hell, I am not even the face of “others”.
I am the faceless.
I am the one who has no name.
And no, that, by the way, doesn’t make me precious snowflake.
I am the snowflake that tripped and fell while coming down the stairs.
I am broken.
But I mended myself.
But the cracks are visible.
Like white stitches on black trousers.
And I was told that it makes me special.
There are far too many broken souls out there who are waiting
with their hearts open with glowing signs at the door that spells “Waiting Room”.
And last time I checked, no one gives a fuck about glowing signs on a highway.
I am not complaining that the light isn’t shining on me.
But I am at the brink of the spotlight.
Visible, but not enough.
There’s light inside, yes.
And that’s what keeps me going.
But I am never going to be visible.
Even if I make a body transformation.
Get blue eyes.
Increase my biceps’ size.
Because the light just brightens up my hallways.
And everyday, it’s a party.
But it doesn’t go out.
And how will it?
I have painted the windows black.
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