She is a nothing, a nobody.
She is alone, all lonely.
People see through her. She’s emptiness.
Her quiet demeanor unnoticed.
Even the mirror reflects her,
a shadow of herself.
She’s small, mute, and colorless.
An indescribable being at best.
So she pulls the covers up
then completely over her head.
She hides there in the darkness
hearing the sound of her breath.
Come morning she’ll hit the snooze
before rising from the warmth.
She’ll get dressed and start anew.
trying to be someone.
By Laurie Esposito Harley
A #30in30 poem