Ignored

Ignored and ignorant,

Still holding on to the hope that someone will see.

Invisibility wraps me like a cloak,

A cloak made of lipids,

Hanging grossly from my bones.

Judging eyes cast disapproving glares.

My head hangs, shame drips from the tip of my nose.

Hate in the form of glass and silver,

Penetrates my skin.

I wrote this after having a nightmare. In the nightmare, my mirror image had turned against me, and I hated my reflection. The hurtful things that were said not only pierced me metaphorically, but the glass had broken and shards were stuck in my skin.