I Am in Love with the INVISIBLE MAN,
even though I cannot see,
He transparent and no where around,
Is He even the one for me??

I fell deep for his persona,
He barely makes a sound,
He might be watching me this moment,
As I lay these words on down,

I think about him often,
He stays out of sight all the time,
He rather be left unnoticed, and
To me, I think that is fine.

He not very big on crowd pleasing,
He would rather be left on his own,
Is why he is known as, THE INVISIBLE MAN,
his versatility is certainly shown.

I Am not looking for no Loud man, or
a man thats totally wild, but
someone who is caring, and
concerning, fantastic, gentle and mild.

I am in Love with the INVISIBLE MAN,
People may find it VERY STRANGE, but
It my business and none of theirs,
I hope that he will never, ever change


B.R.
10/1/2025

I always hated them--
how they left me behind the curtains,
worthless, unseen, forgotten

So when you told me
I was part of one,
shame flooded the courners of my soul

And yet, so did joy;
spreading like a warm fire.
Finally, a place where I belonged.

Have you ever lived in someone's shadow?
Cause I have .
And it's really breaks you quietly,
because no one cares to ask how you're really feeling .

It feels like walking into a room full of people ,
Where every gaze lands on her,
Every smile belongs to her,
While you stand there -unnoticed.

I stand there ,faking a smile ,
Pretending like it doesn't bite.
But deep down ,am wishing for an apocalypse .

But I bet you don't get it .
you were always the gem.
But if you ever wished someone would finally say ,
"Hey ,you are stunning ,"
Then you will know exactly how it  feels .

I wish you would’ve noticed.
The way I flinched at the sight of her
The way I laughed at things, even if they weren’t funny.
How I stopped calling you “daddy” 
Stopped leaving my room.
Stopped giving you hugs.

I wish you would’ve noticed.
All the bruises.
All the fear.
All the crying.

I wore them like perfume.
And still, you never smelled it. 

The scent was strong, filled with suffering and pain. 
It followed me everywhere. 

But you never recognized the scent of heartache.
Of betrayal.

And, eventually, I stopped crying altogether.
Because I knew tears wouldn’t make you notice anyway. 

You were supposed to be my dad.
I trusted you.
I loved you.
And you never noticed.

And even when you did,
you left. 
On your own terms.

And I was just strung along,
because I didn’t have a choice.

You moved on.
A new house.
A new girlfriend.
A new life.

But you never thought to apologize.
You never once asked what I wanted.
What I went through.
What went on behind closed doors.

I was expected to just…
forget.
But I never did.
And I don’t think I ever will.

Still,
you never noticed.
Or maybe you did.
Maybe you just didn’t care

I wanted an explanation.
I wanted to grieve.
Not for the people I left behind.
But for the person I once was.

I wanted to mourn for the version of me who trusted you.
The one who thought you would protect me.

Because you were my dad.

You were supposed to be my role model.
The one who was supposed to tell me that it’s okay.
To defend me. 
To tell me I’m not dramatic.
That it’s okay to feel this way.

Now, you just yell at me.
Argue.
Get mad because I isolate myself.

“Why are you so lazy?”
Your words chipping away at me.
Just how hers did.

Have you ever thought
I’m not lazy?
That, instead, I’m trying to cope?
Trying to live?
Trying to put on a happy face?

It’s ironic.

The person I thought once loved me, now treats me as if I’m a burden.

I never did get that apology.
And maybe I never will.

look at me when I'm down
and I won't drown
won't forget the past
or what has last
I won't bet with the brains in my head
but I will with eyes of breath
those ones I have
cause I know your face
more than my ways

Today I am exhausted,
dysregulated nerves.

Somehow even simple rest
feels like more than I deserve.

I wake up overstimulated,
somehow already sad.

It's like half of all the other
"wake in painful" days I've had.

Not really a disaster,
the feeling's bound to fade.

I'll wake tomorrow,
and the next,

just another day.