What Lens?

No one utters my name

I wonder if its a forbidden word

It's almost as if I'm invisible

Like a wave knocked out any memory of us

They didn't even look at me

They looked through me instead

No more whispers and side glances

Now only silence and vacant stares

I wonder if they recognize me

Do they view me still the same?

Polished gem filled with talent and glee

Not a coal who has been washed down with purple paint

Marked with faulty scissors in an attempt to etch my own name

How then do they view me?

In what lens am I portrayed?

Either ways nothing matters

One day my own lens will reign supreme

Written on: Sometime before November in AP Calc

A/N: I get the most inspo when I zone out in Calc