I'm invisible.
Call me air.
Breath me into your lungs.
I'm invisible.
Call me envy.
Sigh, feeling me build inside.
I'm invisible.
Call me sound.
Listen to my ever present noise.
Call me a ghost.
I'm invisible.
It makes no difference.
Do I even truly exist without my visibility?
Or am I made up?
I am irreversibly invisible.
