Periphery

No amount of temporary could change what is permanent. No amount of sunshine could beat out an eclipse, and no amount of happiness could thaw what has been hardened by gloom. My heart, once broken, would be impossible to mend. My love, once so precious, would be impossible to share. And loneliness? It would be impossible to pry away from me. As I have said before, I really think I was born to be unhappy. I was born to keep the world's atmosphere balanced. What is wrong with me? Rather, what is right with me? All I want is to be like anyone else. I want to laugh. I want to love. I want to live. I want to be a part of your life, I want to be the one to make you smile. I guess that would be impossible in this lifetime. I could sob my eyes out tonight or I could stop crying. Either way, my tears would mean nothing to you, my heart ache would go unnoticed. Who am I to you anyway? I guess I would always be that invisible girl in your world, always in the periphery.