Is it okay to disregard me
as a realist would to a daydream?
I wish to disappear from the world
of smokes and mirror,
fade as idle words are exchanged
and my shrill screams are dismissed.
My tears, trivial as they may be,
emotional I may be,
but just for a moment,
I wish to depart irrevelanty
like a gentle breeze
that penetrates as it comforts.