THE WALLPAPER KID

They say out of sight is out of mind

And for the most part that could be true,

But invisibility is worse

When 'blind' eyes seem to pass right through.

 

They don't know I'm here, that I exist.

If I were to go, I wouldn't be missed.

 

I am the wallflower at the dance.

It is the wall giving me backbone.

You can call me the wallpaper kid,

Standing on the outside - all alone.

 

 

I know I am here, that I exist.

My heart skipped - only one beat was missed.

 

They thought they had met someone new.

The wallpaper stripped and replaced.

With my makeover fully complete,

I have some demons that must be faced.

 

They see me - They know I exist.

If I left now - They wouldn't be missed.

 

They say out of sight is out of mind

And now they are truly out of mine.

I am The Wallpaper Kid you see,

Very happy and doing just fine.

 

 

 

 

 

Christina Andrea © 2005