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rebecca Jul 2018
Sometimes I’d rather be invisible
than be ****** in the spotlight.
No one expects the world,
when you’re living in your own.
So sometimes I’d rather be invisible,
then be noticed. Known.
Lily Mar 2018
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I feel like no one understands me?
Why do I feel like no one knows I’m here?
Like I could just disappear and no one would know?
I feel changed, yet
No one notices.
I feel different, yet
No one cares.
I feel numb, yet
No one perceives it.
I open up, but you don’t hear.
I show you my feelings, but you don’t see.
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I feel like no one understands me?
Why do I feel like no one knows I’m here?
Like I could just disappear and no one would know?
Maybe it’s because I’ve already disappeared.
Maybe I’m
Invisible.
Lucia Jan 2018
I yearn for Silence every day,
Otherwise brimming with the noise
Of all those expectations.

How euphoric it is to sit in quiet,
With my tea cup,
The stack of letters laying ignored to my left,
And be in that liberating solitude.

To watch the wind rustle through the rosemary *** on the porch,
And be utterly nothing
But myself.

There is no pantomime in the stillness,
No role to play in tranquility.
Shirk your persona!
Unshackle that heavy façade!
In the darkness we all release that sigh of relief,
Satisfied by the invisibility,

By the absence of another.
We are all ever our true selves in that wedge of silence
Kendall Seers Jan 2018
I have been invisible before.
My thoughts and justifications were transparent.
All anyone could see were my actions;
the way I failed and stumbled,
and ran head first into doors that lead me down path after path of distraction.
At least they seemed like distractions,  
oh, but they become my destruction. 


I spent my time quietly imploding,
only to change my mind last minute,
and suddenly explode.
I changed my mind,
but my body stayed stock still.
I stood in front of the judges
and while my tongue was granite,
the urge to run from the podium had never been greater.

I wished to be invisible.
I wished to go to a dark corner of the room and finish my implosion.
Out of sight,
where I could hide and self destruct without a sound.

And then if,
or when,
I picked up the shrapnel,
I could re-join everyone on stage at graduation.

I could hold my head high
and with a smile,
pretend no one saw me crumble.
Arcassin B Jan 2017
by Arcassin Burnham



I don't understand why a guy like me is rejected by you for a guy that thinks
hes like some sort of big shot while having friends and drive a car while I
have nothing at all...
I don't understand why girls don't like me , I'm the type of guy that'll marry
you from fields to scenery,
But you just want a cool edgy dude with an attitude and makes you miserable,
and doesn't really care for your feelings,

i'll give you the joy and the rain at the same time sending signals of everything
that your ex wasn't and you thought he was going to be your husband,
so blinded by the truth of someone that would be sensitive to your
every need,
i was always there , since high school and when we had little feet,
why lord?
why won't any girl love me,
i am just a pawn in the love game while having fantasies
of intimacy?
lord please tell me..
will i grow old and alone in a house and just wait for my death
to hurry up and find me?
and the long distance stuff is just boring...
would i look back on the times that i did that
and it could be reassuring?
and my exes ignore me...
i didn't really see a future with them anyways so it really
shouldn't bother me..
and that's why,
I don't understand why a guy like me is rejected by you for a guy that thinks
hes like some sort of big shot while having friends and drive a car while I
have nothing at all...
I don't understand why girls don't like me , I'm the type of guy that'll marry
you from fields to scenery,
But you just want a cool edgy dude with an attitude and makes you miserable,
and doesn't really care for your feelings.
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/why-wont-any-girl-love-me.html
MJ Lee Jul 2016
See me
You can't see air
Yet you breathe it in your lungs

Feel me
You can't detect your skin
Yet you know it's there

Hear me
Like you can't here the whistle
Yet the dog still howl in pain

Why can't you sense me
I'm right in front of you
You look at me,  no
You only look through
You can't feel my heart beating even as it pounds chest
And when I scream you only hear
Silence

I am here
I am real
I can breathe
I can speak
I exist

Yet you... don't know me
We all have that moment where there's someone that just doesn’t know you even exist, no matter how much you want them too
Argentina Rose Jun 2016
Born a baby girl,
they said with tears in their eyes
"She will be soft, and quiet, and beautiful."
They stared at her with undying love
knowing she would one day fit perfectly
in a mans trophy case.
So she grew and was tended to,
a rose ripe for the picking.
I say rose because roses are lovely.
Plain. Soft. Supple. Silent.
Her words had always been white crayon on blank paper,
mosquitoes swatted at summer picnics,
ear infections that invaded the canal but never quite reached the brain.

She was taught to dress all in white
and never speak up at the dinner table.
Opinions are for crazy people and so is any splash of colour.
She sat in her silence until her white dress started to blend into the walls.
Invisibility is a super power!
Just watch any action movie that wasn't made for little girls.

When lying in the dark it is tempting
to raise a hand to ones face.
See how no distinction can be made between a human body
and the air surrounding it?
Imagine doing this in the light of day.
There came a time where she could no longer handle the sight
of her own emptiness
and squeezed her eyes shut to discover galaxies
hiding beneath her eyelids.
She smiled and colours came surging through the cracks in her teeth.
Staining her white face
and her white dress
and her white walls.

Her Mother screamed and her Father cried.
No boy would ever love a girl they could see.
One with flowers blossoming beneath her feet
and suns exploding behind her eyes.
They mourned her that day.
Her silence was never supposed to grow volumes.

To them she died the day she came alive.
Pomoloma May 2016
Usually

Invisibility is something you see

On a TV

Ironically

But the truth of the matter

Is that if you look at her

Sitting there quietly

Just watching society

Carry on with it's creation

Not joining the conversation

You may notice

You need to refocus

To make visible

*Those things that are not
I am invisible
And I have a temper
Most people ignore me
I'm noticed by nobody
Never listened to
Visible to nobody
I want to
SCREAM!
It wouldn't make a difference though
Because nobody would
Listen, and
Even if they did, they wouldn't care...
Anna Patricia Mar 2016
I am invisible.
When you observe the Earth from space,

I am invisible.
When you look over my country,

I am invisible.
When you scout my town,

I am invisible.
When you pass me on the street,

I am invisible.
When you gaze through my eyes,

I am invisible.
When you speak at me,

I am invisible.
When you hold me,

I am invisible.
When you have me under your sheets,

I am invisible.
When you say you love me,

I am invisible.
Can I exist if

I am invisible?
Should I?
I'm going through a tough time.
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