The Struggle For Air

Five

I am invisible.
I don't say this because I get depressed
or because people would want to hear that.
I'm mixed with the cluster of colors
in a canvas that is so abstract.
I'm that one black dot in the
rainbow that never stops.
I'm like the forgotten toy that hides under
the darkest corner of your room.
I try fitting in the puzzle piece
but they are not the same.
Oh, but of course, to the human eye
I am invisible.