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Unseen, Unheard, Unnoticed….
These are the things I have been…
Overlooked, Overheard, or Overseen…
Was I ever meant to be?
I would be in a hoard of people yet like I am not even here…
Do they just not see me? Or is it me that can’t see?
Do they really hate me? Or am I the one unable to love,… me?
Are they ghosting me? Or am I the ghost haunting their house?
So many questions but no answers to relieve me
Was I doomed to be alone my whole life? Or was I the one to doom me?
No friends, No lovers…
Only pain and agony…
But wait…I DO have friends…and they love me… and I love them too…
But…they haven’t been there for me… or was I the one to not exist?
They have ignored me or was it me that ignored them?
I can feel them not wanting me to pollute their air…
They never said it but I have noticed…
I am never meant to be, am I?
I will never get to be my own main character…
But just a background for others to be…
Was I really that invisible?
Was I not that important?
Maybe it is good to be alone…
No husband, no wife…
No friends, No lovers…
No family, No kids…
Just me and my dark brain…
Just me in my own world…
Just me…me…me…
Me?
A mirror is an eye to the self and eyes are doors to the soul…
And I am standing in my own reflection…
Maybe I am the problem afterall…
But then why am I here?
Existing in a world that ain’t for me?
There are reasons for everything but what is the reason of me?
An invisible girl I shall be…
An invisible girl I shall be…