I see you up there living the life I once was.
It’s not fair that you stand there smiling.
My smile was once bright, too.
Now the waves crash against my algae ridden body.
As I lay here lifeless, sinking further into the sea floor sand.
I see you up there, flowing in your pretty dress.
It’s not fair you stand there in my clothes.
As the snails and small schools of fish swim throughout my decaying corpse.
The sun scarcely parts the dark waters.
The murky element tainting my vision.
I don’t remember when I was dumped here, or when the others joined me.
I don’t know why you grew tired of my soul. My reflection wasn’t perfect but neither is yours.
And soon when you tire, that body will join us, too, I’m sure.
You shed the layers you hate of yourself.
And now we congregate.
Slowly becoming an amalgamation of one.
There is no longer a me or an I, but we.
We are the ones you no longer want, we are the ones that made you whole
We are the ones you felt weren’t worthy.
The rotting plants cover us slowly.
I know how you work, I was once there.
Slowly, the fish and crabs start feasting on which you don’t want to see.
And soon you won’t have to look at the reflection in the waters you pollute and see what you have cast aside.
I don’t remember my life.
But I remember yours.
And how you’re living the life you once stole from me.
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