What fragile lives they were born with, they bemoaned their fate yet again.
People looked through them, and didn’t even realise how much that hurt.
Their souls scratched by every assault, and no one cared.
Cringing even if they heard a slightly raised sound, and sometimes shattering at it too.
They were rubbed up the wrong way more than once and couldn’t do a thing about it, except bear it with stoic silence.
They were used according to convenience and shut out when they were not required. Didn’t anyone realise how unfair it was.
Writing as part of Team Purple Rain for the prompt, ‘Fragile Lives’