You are not that person.
The one
Who makes heads turn,
The one
Who is heard
Above the noise,
The one
Who others look to,
For comfort
And advice.

You are not that person.
You just happened
To be,
And you decided
Somewhere along
Your journey
That it was fine
To simply be –
Until,
They took away
Even that.

You are not that person.
The one
Who simply wanted to be,
A quiet presence,
Among the hundreds.
You are marked,
Tainted –
And that’s all
You can ever be.