I hate you.
I hate the way you make me feel,
as if I’m worthless and invisible—
someone unworthy of your precious time.
You are a stranger to me,
idly walking by, stopping to stare at me—
giving me a forced wave
accompanied with polite chit chat.
I stand like a ghost,
slowly moving through the lively streets,
unwilling to make a sound;
I’m silenced by your impenetrable hold over me.
I’m taking back my life;
a life filled with trying to make you proud,
a life wondering if you would approve.
You never really did anyway.