Mirror on the Wall

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There was a girl with a future ahead

in a short fell swoop those dreams became dead

As hard as she tries no one sees her dying heart

A grade A poker face, no one sees her crying

Alone now, she looks through the glass

silence as she watches her reflection pass

What could of been is now history

Blurred is her will of change

Mirror on the wall she stares into deep

Who’s the girl who wishes for eternal sleep

But before she could see her cold hard face

The mirror showed her change is what awaits.

~SirenCay

Photo taken and Edited by Clouds Photography

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SirenCay: The Invisible Child

Invisible. Routinely, that is what I feel like in this world. With only one friend and a family who never notices me, invisible seems like a proper fit. Don’t you think? You are probably wondering why I feel this way and how it all started. Well let me tell you, it has been going on for quite some time and I can bet there are kids, maybe even teens and adults like me who feel the same. I call myself “The invisible child”.

 

29999dcd66b4814007f673de76e7c3fb           Living with two successful younger siblings is no picnic especially when you’re the one with the disability. This is mostly when I ask myself “Do they think I’m broken? Are they ashamed of me? Or “Am I not worth being proud of when I do something I couldn’t do before?” These questions often plague my mind in my family because unless I do something wrong, bad, or don’t do something I was asked to do then I am not worth time in my parents eyes or so it looks that way to me.

“Hey, I know that feeling. Do you have any advice on how to deal with it?” For those who know exactly what I’m talking about, I’m sorry. The truth is I am still stuck myself.   Why is it okay for parents to deny that they are treating you a certain way? Why is it okay for parents or people in general to make you feel like your thoughts and feelings do not matter because you are different?

~SirenCay

Pc: Invisible child by Tove Jansson