If I disappear from this world, who will remember me? 
Who will hold a fragment of my existence in their heart? 
Will it be just my father, a distant echo of love, 
Or perhaps my mother and my siblings, 
Their memories intertwined with mine, yet fading with time?

It’s a shame I have to voice this truth, 
Even when I’m alive, it feels like I’m cradled in the hands of death— 
A constant shadow lurking, whispering doubts into my soul. 
Lie, hope, fate, and guilt— 
These burdens weigh heavy on my spirit, yet no one remembers me.

Friends and lovers surround me like stars scattered across the sky, 
Yet it feels as if I don’t exist to anyone; 
I’m a ghost drifting through their lives, 
Invisible in plain sight, yearning for recognition.

When will I be noticed? 
“Hey, look at that girl over there!”—a call that never reaches my ears; 
“I know she is an important person!”—but those words never materialize. 
My life feels like a strong illusion that can’t be broken, 
A façade where I play a role but am never truly seen. 

Yet here I am, living in this reality you call life, 
And you say I’m not strong—what do you know of strength? 
It’s just a mere fantasy I’ve been trapped in for centuries, 
And no one has pulled me out of this dreamscape.

They call themselves family—yet where are they when I cry out? 
Longing to be seen has led to my demise; 
Hoping to be noticed has led to my abandonment. 
Lying in the fog of unrealistic dreams creates an illusion,  
A delicate web I can’t dare to leave without fear.

And you say I’m alive—check and see if I’m truly living! 
Am I just a walking zombie, moving through the motions?  
Yet people don’t notice me; they pass by as if I'm air—  
Transparent and weightless, lost amid the noise of life.

Every day feels like a battle fought in silence;  
I scream inside but wear a mask of calm.  
I long for someone to reach out and shatter this glass cage,  
To acknowledge the heart beating beneath the surface.

What does it mean to exist if no one sees you?  
To wander through life like a shadow cast by others’ light?  
I crave connection—a thread that ties me to this world;  
A reminder that I matter beyond these walls of solitude.

So here I stand on the precipice of despair and hope,  
Wishing for recognition in a sea of faces;  
For someone to look past the illusion and see me—  
The girl who longs not just to survive but to thrive.

In this quest for visibility, I find strength buried deep within;   
A flicker of resilience ignited by the desire to be known.  
And though the road may feel long and fraught with shadows,  
I will continue to fight for my place in this tapestry called life—  
For even amidst the fog, there exists a spark waiting to ignite.

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-gifttaylor