Amongst the forgotten,
at the back of one's mind.
In the corner of the room
I sat there with my head in the book,
blending with the shadow and air.

My love invisible,
thoughts indecipherable,
words soft to be heard
and clothes made of invisible thread;
I felt I did not matter.

Not my emotions,
nor my words
or my vote
for my presence was as good as my absence.