A quiet, sad poem about a girl who has stopped trying to be seen. The speaker describes "her" from the outside, starting with the admission that she was never perfect and only wanted to exist. The "flowery mist" is gone, replaced by "just some transparent air." That contrast suggests something once soft, pretty, and full of life has thinned into almost nothing.
The second stanza turns bleak. Most people want to exist, but she no longer cares. Longing to be "flowy" again is called a waste of time, and the poem ends with the flat conclusion that "she won't be missed." The repeated "anymore" and "at this point" give the voice a tired, resigned tone. Nothing is shouted; everything is said calmly, which makes it more unsettling.
The mood is numb and lonely, with a hint of self-erasure. It's possible the speaker is describing herself from a distance, though the poem never says so. Either way, the feeling is of someone who has given up on being noticed.