I walk with my head down, averting my eyes, trying to be invisible.
For a moment I forget, I hold my head up, smiling perhaps. Straighten my back, my neck.
A reflective surface catches me unexpectedly.
Shamed, embarrassed. I quickly look away, unpinning my hair from behind my ears to hide my hideous profile, hoping for mercy from scrutinising eyes.
I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest I could allow myself to be seen.
I belong only to serve as a reminder of the fortune of others.