Existence

Sick of being ignored,

Tiered of not being recognized.

Feeling as if my existence is not important,

That it doesn’t matter if I’m here or not.

When I’m not there,

No one will miss me…

Just another girl, a statistic.

Know my name, know my face,

But you don’t know my heart,

My thoughts… my past, my life.

I smile, I laugh,

But that’s all it takes for me to hide everything,

My feelings, dreams and pain.

I never seem to be angry because I hide the scars,

I lie to disguise my scars,

I smile and nod instead of getting angry,

I laugh instead of crying,

Grin and shrug when I try hard not to kill someone.

I have no existence in any life,

Hate me because of my ethnicity,

Because of my ‘beliefs’,

And hate me because I’m different.

Feeling more used then loved,

Thinking hateful thoughts,

Of blood and screams,

And watching myself scar more and more,

Each and every day.

Watch my stress levels rise,

My immunity drop,

Because what happens is my life,

And what I need in my life,

Is not important as yours,

My life is the last thing on the list,

The last thing to worry about in your life.

Because I have no existence in your heart,

My presence is not felt in your life.

I’m just another girl,

Passing by in your life.

A/N: Here goes another angry poem. I don’t exactly remember what I was feeling at the moment I wrote this, but I know I was angry at my friends and family… I still am.