Sometimes I lay awake at night
And look at the ceiling
Or the door
Or that tiny spot just to the left of me
And I think to myself
"I hate them so much
For not noticing
For not caring enough to notice
For not paying attention
For being oblivious
For hurting me with invisible words
And swords
For taking then leaving
For forgetting
For turning a blind eye
For so much"
Before I realized
I could've made them notice
Made them care more
Made them pay attention
Made them realize
Made them stop stabbing me
Made them stay
Made them remember
But I didn't
Because I expected more
And in the end,
That is my greatest flaw
So I don't hate them
I'm just disappointed
Not in them,
In myself.
A/N: THIS IS ME SCREAMING TO YOU, FOR YOU TO SEE ME. BECAUSE ALL MY LIFE, I HAVE BEEN INVISIBLE, BY CHOICE OR NOT. SO JUST SEE ME, EVEN FOR A SECOND, AND I PROMISE, YOU WON'T REGRET IT.
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