Solitary days and humble nights

Sight

Can u see me?
I doubt you really can.
If I wouldn't have spoken freely.
I doubt you would've noticed my presence in my own homeland.

Can you hear me?
I feel like I'm faded away.
A blurred existence longing for others to see.
An empty longing void looking for some other way.

I feel invisible,
yet only seen when I'm not.
Transgressions grace the line of sight when I am seen.
Is better to not to be seen?
Or
To be seen as mere disgrace present in the ripples of dishonor as I try to claw my way back upward to the light.
Am I entangled in shadows or just a voided space where a star once shown?

The truth of the matter is only seen by myself in the end.

Because now you may see me,
But later you won't.