Snip a bit here and chop a bit there,
I could bounce off the walls but would anyone care?
Does nobody see what is happening to me?

If invisible is the new black, then I'm going back
because staying here is as useful to me
as a sack of wet fish.
Wish I had a pound for every rejection I've had,
every plea that I've sent
every time I've felt bad.

All I got's a headache from the face aches out there but why should I care,
two panadol confuse me, internally bruise me and then I'm okay.

Today,
will be different.