• No one sees me.
    Invisible.
    I carry on in this world,
    not seen by anyone.
    I can scream, I can shout.
    I can rip my heart right out.
    But not one person would hear my cries.
    Not one would seem to care.
    It's as if I'm not even alive.
    I'm not even standing there.
    I wish, sometimes, to be noticed.
    I wish, sometimes, to be free.
    But I know the truth.
    I'll forever be bonded,
    with this invisibility.