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Invisible

Who is that in the shadows?

Always there, never seen.

They try to get noticed, but just get shoved back

Into the shadows, into the darkness

This person has a name, but most people call them “Invisible.”

Always pushed aside, never heard, never remembered,

Invisible as the day goes on, Invisible all the time.

When people are labeled as invisible, no one hears them,

No one understands them, no one sees them

No one cares to know who they are, no one asks about them.

They get the short end of the stick, always the last to be chosen.

The invisible people are the outcasts, the freaks,

the weirdos, and the losers. Everyone has their chance

to show who they are, but others ignore them,

All the while forgetting that at sometime in a person’s life,

They will be invisible to someone.

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Jun 16, 2010
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