Invisible
My shape is indistinct
Up against the wall
Unnoticed and dejected.
I feel so lonely.
My skin crawls with longing
To feel a gentle touch.
I want to know that feeling
Of being special and loved
To someone.
I want to shine so brightly
So someone will pick me out
Above all the rest
And truly notice me.
Yet I fade into the background
Same old clothes as yesterday.
No one says a word to me.
I feel as if I've become
A part of this wall.
Fear wells up within me;
I am invisible.
Invisible is hereby copyrighted by Mary Beth Weaver who claims sole ownership and license to this text above.
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