Forgotten

Tears roll down my cheeks.
But I don’t think that anyone has seen them.
I don’t think anyone cares.

For to the world, I’m nothing but a ghost.
A shadow.
A small breeze in the distance.

I don’t matter.
How could I?
No one has the time to actually see me with their eyes.
Or heard me with their ears.

I’m invisible, it seems.
Doomed to roam the earth unseen.
Cursed to remain as nothing but a distant memory in the human mind.
Destined to be nothing but the whisper on the wind whose cries are never registered.

Ignored by those who “care” for me.
Forgotten by “friends” and “family”.

Who am I to be who I am?
What gives me the right to wish to be something more?
Something important?
Something… remembered?

Apparently I don’t have the right
Because I don’t deserve to be noticed.