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Invisible
You see right through me.
I must be invisible.
Then again, others can see me.
Is it my fault I am invisible?
I have tried.
Maybe I didn't try my hardest.
But I did put in more effort than I have for anything else.
I tried to become visible.
I want you to see me.
You walk right past me day after day.
You will never see me.
I am invisible.
I should give up.
I should be happy being invisible.
At least I can still see you.
If nothing else, I don't want you to be invisible to me.
With that wish, I know I must not forget about you.
I don't think there is anything more painful on this earth than being invisible.
"Be happy," I tell myself, but I can only be sad.
I'm a dreamer and I dream to be visible.
I dream that you will see me.
I will never be visible to you and I know that.
But I also know that you will never be invisible to me.
You can go on with you life.
I have made a decision.
I will be content to watch you from the sidelines.
I will be satisfied with smiling at you from afar.
You won't smile back, because you can't see me.
That's okay.
Invisible is better than nothing.
"Invisible," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, April 13th, 2011
