My Name.

              My name never really mattered. Ones that once knew it, eventually forgot it. Sometimes I feel like I must remind myself that I even have one-- Just like every person does. And when I think of my name, I still manage to find myself as insignificant as before. A voice unheard.. A face unseen. I am my own person-- Not that I like it that way. That's just the way it has always been.
           
             My name is Shannon. A normal name for the abnormal. It means honesty.. Loyalty. A severe case of bad luck. It is like the lonely duck or the child that plays by themself. Like a cloudy day.

             I try my best to make a smile, a statement, but no one is listening. I spent most of my life wishing that the world wasn't as lonely as it seems.

            My name, just like any other name in the eight billion humanoids.. I feel like my name is at the bottom of the list. One can spend their entire life reading through these names and die before reaching mine.