Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

You ever hear someone ask what kind of magical power you would want? Like, the ability to fly, or read people's minds, or to be invisible?
I know it's all fun and games to imagine the what if's if those powers were a real possibility, but I sit and sink just a bit lower in my chair and I choke back the tears. All too often I have felt invisible. I don't regard it as a superpower, rather than something that is debilitating. 
I sit in a room surrounded by people, people who walk right passed me, people who don't listen when I speak, people so consumed with their day to day, that they fail to actually see me. 
Being invisible is lonely. Witnessing the world moving on without you, as you wallow in self despair. Hearing the whispers of conversations taking place that you are not part of. 
You don't have to fear people talking bad about you, because they don't even think about you, because remember, you're invisible. 
The walls slowly cave in around you, the closest thing to an embrace, so you welcome it as they slowly crush what was left of your soul...