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Invisible

It’s too bad no one knows you, because they’d really like you

But you're afraid that they’ll reject you, so there’s really nothing you can do

 

You put on a cloak because you don’t want to be seen

Because you know the others can be so mean

You fear the rejection from all of your peers

You’ll never tell a soul that they got to you over the years

It used to not be like this; you were one of a kind

But then things changed and made you go out of your mind

Now you only let a select few in and you choose this people with care

You love to show them the real you; it’s like a breath of fresh air

 

It’s too bad no one knows you, because they’d really like you

But you're afraid that they’ll reject you, so there’s really nothing you can do

 

So now you’re invisible; at least that’s what you think

Sometimes you wonder if you should go see a shrink

Because you feel yourself going crazy and sometimes you want to scream

You wish they would see that things are not always as they seem

But the cloak covers all, just like it does for so many before you

It’s funny to see how many really do it too

 

It’s too bad no one knows you, because they’d really like you

But you're afraid that they’ll reject you, so there’s really nothing you can do

 

All you want is a fresh start;

Somewhere you can go and show your real heart

You want to break away and be yourself

Instead of leaving the real you to rot on the shelf

You feel the real you starting to die

And even the thought of this makes you want to cry

You try to bring it out—

From the floor you scream and shout—

But it’s too late—

It’s a realization you’ve come to hate—

You’re no longer that person that you once were

And that cloak has become you forevermore.

 

It’s too bad no one knows you, because they’d really like you

But you're afraid that they’ll reject you, so there’s really nothing you can do

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melissa-vance
American
Published
Nov 15, 2010
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