In my invisible corner
You don’t see me
When my mind is clear I know that
Why do I pretend that you do?

Maybe she was right, in trying to be
A martyr, I’m only inflicting pain
Giving hope where there is none
Maybe that’s how it gets fun

In my invisible corner
Any picture I paint is seen
Just an empty white canvas
An overlay is not my canvas.

The colors are there, pastel, dark, neutral
Why are my shades so easily hidden?
Are my cloaks so opaque I’m forgotten?
Or are the eyes I seek simply untrained
It’s apt to say my attempts were in vain

In my invisible corner
Stop peeking out to see if they’re looking
They’ve long forgotten about you
No one cares about the invisible, the intangible
Accept it, what you crave is insatiable.
So stubbornly clinging onto your cloak
I feel as though I’m alone at sea on this boat.