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I feel like I am the background character in everyone else’s story, a warm body in a room full of people. My community is dying all around me and with the way their deaths are being swept under the rug it feels like it’ll take a few weeks for people to get over it. A kid died at my school and nobody really cares anymore, I want to leave a legacy of greatness behind for me to be remembered but it is so hard to wake up every day and know that I am nobody’s favorite. I am the kid you sat next to in class that borrowed a pencil. I am the one who complimented your outfit at the mall. I am a small bout of joy made solely to lift you up and fade away into the background because nobody cares enough to try and keep me. I’m so tired.