Cellophane   Leave a comment

cellophane that is what I feel like I am sometimes.
Invisible, unimportant…….non essential

it seems every time I open my mouth I get criticized for what I say.
It has gotten to the point that I just tell myself, to remain quiet, that no one really gives a crap about what I have to say anyway.

of course I forget sometimes and say something, only to get criticized for opening my mouth.

I watched “Chicago” last night and the one man sang “Mr. cellophane” and it reminded me that I am exactly that.
You can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I am there.

Posted October 26, 2009 by Marge in ramblings

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