If I died, Who would be at my funeral? Who would mourn me? Who would remember me? My contributions, the laughs, the good times, My trials, my tribulations My journey of ascension My blood, my sweat, my tears, my pain The moments of victory, the comebacks from defeat? I’m barely remembered when I’m alive. Never acknowledged, never recognized. Never thought of I’m invisible to everyone I know. Ignored when I shout out loud to the world. Lost in crowds, lowered in volume Pushed to the side like a mixed breed puppy It’s safe to say that I’ve been reduced to a microscopic spec A forgettable amoeba Devoid of life & rhythm Just disrespected with contempt Stabbed in the back, Scrutinized Devalued Dimished Despised & Denounced Even my so-called legacy, spit on and all. How many times did I win Only to have no one notice what I did? After all I tried to accomplish, My life would mean nothing if I perished tomorrow I loved I gave I sacrificed And this is the thanks I get? How many parties were celebrated? How many milestones were praised? How many babies were made? How many windows did I end up looking into? Only to see others experience what life is all about While I was left in the cold to freeze While the world spins on its axis The party gets louder and wilder the DJ will tear up the club the beautiful women will dance Friends & family toast to their futures As for me - No life, no death No birth, no suicides, no ghosts, no memories Not even a zombie At the end of it all, I never existed.
Reason for writing:
Story of my life
Birth sign: Scorpio
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