Life
The Forgotten Ones
How I’m beginning to find confidence after a life of being a nobody
As a kid, I was extremely shy and quiet with zero desire to be looked at, noticed, or spoken to. If I could sit in the shadows and never be seen, I was ok with that.
As I got older, it didn’t change much. In public, I barely talked. If I did, it was a whisper. I was SO scared of saying the wrong thing that I would just freeze. I mostly kept my head down.
It wasn’t all bad…I had good times with my few friends that I could trust and who saw past my BS.
But I had no real talents. I didn’t excel at anything in particular. And that hurt.
My brothers were both athletic rock stars, and I…well I liked to read books. I was creative if I had a pen and a notebook, but nobody else but I knew that.
I did not give much effort at school because instead of falling into the category of a nerd, I decided it would be better to turn into that kid that just didn’t give a crap. That would make me look tough, right?
I went even deeper and sunk into that gothic phase, wearing chains and all black, and seeking attention in all the wrong places.
