Forgotten

What is it like to wake up and not see your reflection in the mirror?

There is a dresser behind you, and papers strewn everywhere

but you cannot see yourself when you stand there, in the

midst of it all.

What is it like to walk down the stairs and be ignored by your family?

There is breakfast on the table, and the smell of bacon wafts into your nose

but all the seats are taken, and you have nowhere to sit

except on the floor with the dog,

who does not even notice you.

What is it like to walk into school and be left by your friends?

There is a backpack on your back and you feel the weight of it

Pressing down onto your invisible body

but you cannot seem to push through the throng of students,

pushing and shoving, and it’s like you don’t even

exist.