The Imagination Of Others

Do you see me sitting here? I'm the one you think you hear I'm the one you think you see I'm the one who shouldn't be I walk in the way of you Doing the things you want me to But do you notice? Do you care? No, because I'm not really there I really exist in the imagination of others They create me, they destroy me I live in the imagination of others I'm losing my mind and you don't even see Do you see me in front of you? I'm the one you see right through I'm the one hurting so bad I'm the one who's going mad I try to make you see What this is doing to me But you don't notice, you don't care Cos to you I'm not really there I'm a figment of your imagination Something you thought once existed Here I stay at this far away station My loneliness, hey, I never wished it THE PERFECT SMILE, THE PERFECT HAIR THOSE THINGS YOU LOOK FOR SO INTENTLY YOU DON'T LOOK NEAR ME, SEE, I'M JUST OVER THERE IT'S OBVIOUS YOU LIVE WITHOUT ME SO CONTENTLY I exist in the imagination of others Alone with pain, things I wished I could do I only wish for sisters and brothers Those who are nothing like youWritten on 3rd February 2002 at 01:05, for those out there who think ignoring me will make me go away. Emotional and psychological abuse. This was written for people in my class who made my life a misery for a while. They used to be my best friends but then they turned on me for no apparent reason. I couldn't do anything right in their eyes, they called me names, threatened me, and they even went so far as to create a hate-journal online about me.... Five years on, I have used the experiences to become the person I am now - one who will not be brought down by this, or indeed any, kind of abuse. © on Feb 24 2002 12:09 PM PST, Laura Rose Knowles   angst