Ash Like Snow

Me, I don't exist. It's not that I don't have any essence or substance, surely I have a body just like everyone else. I have all the senses that other people do. I can feel the warmth of the sun as it embraces my whole being, the cold rain when it caresses my face and the gentle breeze as it plays with my hair. I too have feelings and emotions. But despite all of that, it does not change the fact that my existence in this world is just a nuisance to others or that is what my so called family makes me think about myself.