Eyes of fire,
Burning into my very being.
My vision is limited.
What is it that you're seeing?
I cannot see my flaws,
Or rather, I do not wish to.
But here they are,
Laid out for the world to see.
A million conniving words,
Tattooed on my body.
There are many things,
I would like to be in invisible ink.
But they're written in bold and black,
And I'm beginning to sink,
In these things I do not wish to see.
They're weighing me down,
Pounding me endlessly.

Not invisible but in bold black ink...