A spun child I am, dizzyly geeked that im the last to get found, no peekaboos or hide N seek.
Finally invistable here juzt maybe
I might could finally stand out only enuff to fit in. When there you go xrayz invisibility
Opaque transparency watching you delightfully looking to see through me?
How dare you, dearly be encouragingly genuinely appreciative of these
Humbly honored diabolic mentalities.
Trying ever so fervently to not see me looking back at me in every mirror I see narcissisticly
The foreground is not sacred to me.