Poems and stuff

Invisible

Why do I feel so detached?
I never wanted to be unseen,
But to be the glory of the keen.
I didn't want to strike a match,
That wasn't even there.
Or be the unwanted fruit, but I would like to be the pear.
I gather my tears and force myself to not cry,
I shall not show the pain, and pretend that the jealousy died.
People always mistake,
That I am you.
But they don't know that I'm a person too.
And that I'm invisible.
But things like that, well that's unpredictable.