A poem I found on tumblr.

I’m the not-so-cute friend of the girl you fancy,
I am the ugly sweater your granny spent months making that your mother won’t let you throw away,
I am all the Avon catalogs in your letter box, you choose to ignore.
I am all your missing socks that you never bother looking for.
I am the wilting pot plant you forgot to water weeks ago.
The half eaten sandwich your mother tenderly made for you. (She even cut off the crust)
The quiet file on the bottom shelf.