She was a master at the art
Of being invisible
Everyone forgot her
She never forgot a thing
Some looked for her
But eventually gave up
In the background
She observed everyone
When she wanted to be found
None did ever look
For she had the best poker face
Disguised emotions all the time
Her sanity was never found
Along with her dead body
YOU ARE READING
Out There
PoetryPoems from my mind, which is out there scattered in the galaxy. This book will tend to be off, but that's ok.
