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Author:
Jemisard
Fandom: X-Men movie verse
Paring: None
Rating: PG
Status: Complete, new
Archive: If you ask nicely :)
E-mail address for feedback: kalika@senet.com.au
Series/Sequel: None
Disclaimers: They arenđt mine. You know that. Iđm just borrowing them.
Summary: Who remembers and who sees?
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Iīm the forgettable one that no one notices, no one knows.
I donīt often have time for self pity, it isnīt my thing, but every now and
again, you feel a need to scream at the unfairness of it all, before you
have to pull yourself together and walk back into the world again.
It isnīt easy at times. To keep fighting, to keep going on when you canīt
see a reason left to do so.
I was, and always will be, the weakest one. I have no wonderful great
powers, have no way of being more than anyone that I live and work with. I
will always be weaker, less, in so many ways.
And none of them will ever know how I feel, and how much it takes out of me
to keep fighting when every cell screams how useless and hopeless you are.
They think I donīt hear them. They think that Iīm ignorant of the taunting,
the cruel barbs, the scornful looks.
How often have I played the bad guy against my will, because there has to be
a bad guy that they can unite against?
I love them all, dearly. I always have, I always will. They have always come
first, and always will, no regards to the safety and comfort of myself. I
donīt matter, not when those precious others, who could be so great, be so
much more, could be in danger.
They all have their great powers, their wonderful minds, beautiful looks,
and winning personalities.
Everyone remembers them.
But no one, not even them, remembers me.
They only ever remember the metal band.