I am always the girl who people overlook
maybe because I'm youngest
maybe because I'm quiet
maybe because I hide anger beneath patience
And as time goes by
I continue to be the girl who people overlook
My feelings aren't as important
my simple being here isn't as important
not as important as...
--but that's besides the point
What if I judge you?
Would it matter to you then?
Perhaps it wouldn't
I still don't judge you
and I continue to be the young, quiet, patient girl