Dissonance

I am a girl

I am a discarded cigarette 

Forgotten on the side of the road

Or maybe, I'm the leftover meal

You can't seem to finish

Scrape me into the trash

Perhaps, an old BIC lighter

You flick at me furiously

Dandelion seeds blowing in the breeze

Kicked up rocks

Beneath your dancing feet

I am a reflection of life

No in depth meaning to it

Just reality 

Raw intensity 

I am not a girl

I am dissonance