Behind a Mask

How would you feel if I died?

What would you if I disappeared forever?

Would you feel los and depressed I was gone?

Or would you simply forget I was even born?

You practically don't even know I exist anyway.

To you I am dust.

Or a piece of fuzz you hold in your hand for a second,

the drop it to slowly float to nowhere.

Do you think I am worth your time?

Your breathe?

Your space?

Am I anything to you?

Can you hear me when I speak,

feel me when I touch you?

Can you even look me in the eyes and tell me "I love you"?

I just want to be held and whispered "you are my angel" or

even an easy wave and "hello".

I mean, yeah, you look at me,

But you don't see me.

And while you look through me,

I am looking through a mask.

Just a lonely,mortified, young girl hiding behind a smile,

crying in the shower so no one will notice her tears once she dries.

Talking quietly to herself because no one else will listen.

Her shadow is the only one that understands.

So how would you feel if I died?

What would you do if I disappeared forever?