Poems About Life

Invisible

People's eyes don't focus on me, I'm missing even if I'm there, people decide to try to walk through me instead of around, my voice fails to reach others ears and i wonder as i touch my living skin;visible enough to me,

"Am i a ghost? Can anyone see me? When did I become as uninteresting and ordinary as a chair that people can't see me?"

I stand still and hope people will see me and they don't, I shout and jump and hope people will see me and they don't, I cry and beg and HOPE someone will see me; and they don't.

It seems I died and became a ghost when I wasn't watching, my eyes are tired and I know they look empty because to some I'm no longer there, I no longer take up any space. I am invisible as a ghost and only some can see me and even if they can sometimes they choose not to and I realize my life, my voice, my thoughts, only matter to me.

to the rest I am invisible.