She knew no one saw her.
She lived it all her life.
No matter what she did, people ignored her.
That is what her life had become.
Her character meant nothing.
It seemed to not matter if she was nice or not.
The smiles and positive demeanor had cracked and left her empty.
She had gone above and beyond for others
while they talked in hushed whispers behind closed doors.
No one ever went above and beyond for her.
No one even saw her.
It didn’t matter what she did.
Wickedness crept in trying to break her
time and time again.
She could have been so cold, but she tried to fight it.
She was sick of fighting.
She was sick of being shoved under the rug for the millionth time.
She was sick of being looked over and forgotten.
She was sick of being invisible.
Laura L. Day
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