Invisible

Invisible

By Mary J. Winters-Meyer. 

My friends are all around me, yet no one seems to care.
I feel like I am all alone, like no one knows I’m here.
I sit here smiling, nodding, like everything’s okay;
I’m going through the motions and I wonder what to say.

I’m just a body, taking up space;
I’m just a ghost, invisible, unseen;
I disappear without a trace;
No one can see my pain.

He smiles at me, I smile back, but then he turns to go.
He finds another conversation and my ego takes the blow.
She says “Hello, how are you?”, and I reply, “I’m fine.”
She doesn’t need to know the truth, to hear me cry and whine.

I’m just a body, taking up space;
I’m just a ghost, invisible, unseen;
I disappear without a trace;
No one can see my pain.

I feel I try so hard to find a place where I belong,
A place where I can be myself, a place where I feel strong.
It’s not that they don’t care for me, they just can’t see my need;
The loneliness that fills my soul, the aching heart that bleeds.

I’m just a body, taking up space;
I’m just a ghost, invisible, unseen;
I disappear without a trace;
No one can see my pain.

I long to be thought special, the center of someone’s life,
To know I matter, to know I’m loved, amidst the daily strife.
Instead I go from day to day, forgotten, left behind.
Hearing “I’ll make it up to you”, I’ve lost track how many times.

I’m just a body, taking up space;
I’m just a ghost, invisible, unseen;
I disappear without a trace;
No one can see my pain.

Photo by Kai Schreiber.

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