Invisible
people scurry around me
its like I am invisible
I am looked over
often forgotten
the one whose name goes unknown
never remembered
not matched to a face
or a personality
even though
I am a person.
I exist.
I matter.
I have significance in this world.
Copyright © Ashley Dumas | Year Posted 2014
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