Reduced to Dust and Ash

every action
met with no consequence,
no reaction.
but the portrait
staring back from the mirror
never lies.
so why was she so
unoticeable?

she’s comforted those who need it;
she’s forced happiness over jealousy;
she’s been treated as unintelligent, weak;
she’s cried to herself;
she’s masqueraded
as someone she wasn’t,
but nobody ever seemed to care.

and when she went to the mirror to see if she was invisible,
she didn’t want a girl staring back at her, because if there was,
then everyone who didn’t acknowledge her existence,
was ignoring her on purpose;

they wanted her very presence
to be discarded,
reduced to
dust
and
ash.
 

rishi_jraman256

NC

15 years old

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