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to be a ghost


There's something peaceful about being invisible.

When people don't expect anything great from you.

It hurt, at first.

It hurt so much.

But now, I've come to peace with it. Because I see myself. I don't need others to see my potential.

I don't need them to decide my worth.

So, yes I'm invisible.

Whenever I do so much for others but barely get anything in return, it makes me feel like I'm even invisible in the eyes of karma.

It's tiring most days, but I've learned to live with it.

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Over the years, I've been unseen by most.

I'm like a ghost of support, always there when you reach out for me, but you don't notice me if you don't need me.

Over the years, it hurt me.

Seeing the smile grow on everyone while mine faded, yet I can't show anything but a smile; because that's what everyone needs, a rock to rely on. I've always been the rock for many people. Always been the one who made silly jokes to make someone forget their sorrows even for a few minutes.

Over the years, I've yearned for someone to be there for me like I was for them.

Like a ghost, my smile fades slowly, but no one seems to notice. I don't let them. Who am I to be sad when they rely on me to keep them cheerful?

Over the years, I feel guilt whenever I feel down.

I want to be there for everyone, be there to make them smile when it's the hardest thing in the world for them. I let them pile their weight on my shoulders so they don't have to. I've always been stronger, I tell myself. I can handle it.

Over the years, I didn't handle it.

I found myself slipping away into an abyss, screaming into the nothing. No one is there to hear; not even an echo of my own voice comes back to me.

Over the years, I found peace.

I now find peace within the person I've become. I find peace in knowing I'm invisible. That people won't miss me when I'm nothing but a ghost; a memory they don't try to hold onto.

Over the years, I realized it's easier this way.

To be unheard, unseen and unknown. My legacy doesn't live with my memory, rather it lives with every smile that grows on anyone's face. My legacy is people like me; ghosts in the world of the living.
Perhaps I was never meant to do something big; but I made smiles appear, and that's far greater than any achievement in my eyes.

Over the years, I will become a ghost.

And now? I'm okay with it.

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