You can't see me.
No matter how close you look.
I am invisible to all,
Not that anyone would care to look.
I was made invisible to them,
So that I could survive.
Others that can be seen,
They are either hunters or the prey.
I cloaked myself so I could escape.
To not hurt others,
And to not get hurt in return.
It is the only way.
You can develop defenses,
But they come a tad too late,
And the hunters have a way,
Of finding their way in.
School is a hunting ground,
Full of vicious hungry people,
And they only way to truly survive,
Is to make yourself invisible.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Colors
Poetry#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
