People wish for a power
They wish to for invisiblity
to disappear
but
disappearing
is a curse

I have an invisiblity cloak glued to me
with the world's best glue
I can rip and pull and scratch it off
but it only leaves for a second
and gives me nauseating illusions of being part of something
and then it's back
hiding me from the world
smothering me in deep waves of silence and solitude

I'm sitting right here
right next to you
and yet you ignore me

you close the gaps between you
and whisper
******* whispers
they **** me
their sharp edges cut me with piercing un-spoken words

If I could have a power, any power I wanted
I would chose to be seen
to be talked to
to be shared in the moment
to be part of it