Invisible

I am here. I'm right here.

Can't you see me, standing in the middle of the room?

You look past me as if I'm nothing.

You see right through me, as if I am not even there.

You don't acknowledge my existence.

You act as if I am Invisible.

Am I invisible?

Why won't anyone notice me?

Am I not important enough?

Am I just not worth it?

Either you don't see, or you ignore the fact that I am here.

You think that I don't exist, that I am not real.

But I am, I am real.

I am a person made of flesh and blood.

If you push me I will fall, if you hit me I will bleed.

I am here, yet you don't see me.

Why can't you see me?

Is it by choice, or by force?

-Within