Do we exist at all?
On the West Coast I live in a small town the news often wrongfully names,
On the East Coast,
I do not live,
Or anywhere outside my small town.
These words exist in your mind, but I am nothing, a girl at the very least,
You glance at on the street, or in car, but dont mind to think of.
We keep eachother alive, with other people who are nobody like me, alive but deprived of existence, of self worth, of living.