|midnight thoughts|

Invisible

I'm not here.
I'm
not
here.
At least that's what it seems like.

Am I invisible to you?
Every time you look my way,
you look right past me.
There's something just beyond myself
that you would rather see.

It's almost like I don't exist,
like I never did.
Because every time you got near me,
I ran away and hid.

Two years later, what a surprise,
I'm still invisible,
because my personality
is a touch too typical.
You actually noticing me
is only fictional,
and thinking that you
actually like me,
makes me an imbecile.

Am I really that boring?

Please, just answer me for once.

I'm tired of being invisible,
I know that I'm too typical.
While you're nothing less than whimsical,
I'm nothing less than an imbecile.
Our friendship isn't feasible,
our love is only fictional,
but one day, I'll be visible,
and that'll be a miracle.

I know this is cringe-worthy, but I wrote this super late at night, and I'm just gonna go with it, 'kay? Anyway, stay beautiful, my lovely flowers!
-Alexandra<3