Fiftychan
Unseen, unknown, unloved. No matter how uncouth I might look, or how tattered my soul might be, I will stand still in the passage of time, waiting for you. The furthest distance I can ever think of, is when these words stuck in my throat, when you're right in front of me. The furthest distance I can ever bear, is when you never noticed me, but I'm in front of you. Pain, sorrow, hurt. However no tears came out. I stood by the mirror, looked at myself, and pitifully said : How invisible am I?