Y'know, I watch you

Not creepily, I might add

I just. . .observe

Yes, observe is the right word

You have no idea who I am

Even though you claim you know me

T-that makes me angry

No

Angry's not the right word

Sad

Sad is more fitting

Yes, it makes me sad that you don't know me

Remember that one time?

Yes, the time I told you I was depressed?

You dismissed it

That hurt me, it hurt my chest

But, it matters not

For you are oh so more important

You and your band

It matters not that I am sad

For I am nothing but a wallflower

Nothing more

And that hurts

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Aaaa, just a vent, this isn't even a poem really.

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- This is based off of real life -