Sometimes you feel like nothing.
You feel as though you were so see through that a small gust of wind could sweep you off your feet and take you with the leaves.
At this point I wish I could feel that way. All I want is to be invisible.
Attention is sought after by just about everyone I know, but not me.
When I walk through the halls everyone glares at me.  They criticize me just like a fashion designer would an I'll fitting garment.

I'm the bright glistening ornament that has seen better days and since turned a matte grey. I no longer have anything to do with the people I had before. I was associated with me, myself, and I.
Some may call it selfish, but I call it seeking self guidance.