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Look down.
Keep your head down as much as possible;
they're judging you.
No one wants to see your face.
I wish I could wear a mask;
be invisible.
Walk through the halls without being seen,
go unnoticed.
“No one notices you.”
I know but...
just to not exist,
not to go through the embarrassment
of just being there.
Tiny glances meaning nothing
but feeling like everything.

Blank faces.
If only they could all just be
blank faces.
Faces that don't judge.
Mysterious and dark but not judgemental.
No eyes so I don't know what they think of me;
no analyzing,
no sneering.
Just faces that I can't compare myself to.
Faces with no emotion so they can't:
laugh at me,
look at me,
judge me.
Amira Jul 2018
I need to cure the swelling of my sinful lips.
He was there, she was there, I was there.
My fear has been replaced with guilt,
I've seen her clothes,
the cat she named Snow,
her favorite mug, her mirror,
and the life she built.
Sadness appeared as disgust
through his knowledge of the perfect way to initiate a kiss
and the perfect way to clean up the trails,
to what I left.
Before I walked out,
I wished he had cleaned up the trails to my loneliness.
He was there, she was there, I wasn't.
Thom Jamieson Jul 2018
"Over here"...
but nothing.
The scene continues
unabated by my presence.
Plastic smiles and lustful eyes
bountiful but not for me..never me.
In the mirror' s unforgiving gaze
I am unrecognizable
Replaced with a crude rendering
of my previous likeness
fashioned by children
with lumpy imperfect clay.
Silence replaces loving laughter
that used to follow my witty banter.
Silence and stares.  Sympathetic stares
tinged with smugness and fear.
"Over here...over here..."
still nothing.
I recently received a message from a composer named joe drzewiecki who was interested in putting this poem to music.  Here are the results.  I didnt know my words could sound so good. Thank you joe drzewiecki, I am flattered.

https://soundcloud.com/jomama-2/invisible
Em MacKenzie Jul 2018
I can't see anything but you
so I'll force myself to blink,
but I know it won't do
you're the first thing of I think.
Then I greet you before sleep;
I think I'll pour myself a drink,
But the cup never seems deep,
though in the depth I could sink.

Tell me a story
that's full of glory
and never sees heartbreak.
Make something for me
and please say sorry
that this was all a mistake.

Take me back in time
back to the sunshine
before the skies turned grey.
Please show me a sign
that this will all be fine,
and now this time you'll stay.

I can't see anything but you
so I stare directly to a wall,
but the paint of it is blue
and in time it's going to fall.
Even rubbing at my eyes
only causes it to stall,
we've been sharing the same skies
and listening to thunder's call.

Tell me a story
that's full of glory
and never sees heartbreak.
Ignore the gore scene
and all inbetween
even if the ending's fake.

Take me back in time
back to the sunshine
before the skies turned grey.
Ignore the bold line
this life is not mine
it wasn't meant to be this way.

And I can't see anything but you.
Ignore every other shade or hue.
I can't see anything but you.
You're stuck in my mind with glue.
And I can't see anything but you.
You're forever in my view.
I can't see anything but you,
but that's not something new.
Lily Jul 2018
Hello, my name is Invisible,
Unseen,
Camouflaged,
Disguised
So well that nobody can see me,
And so completely that
Nobody cares to look.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
At times I feel invisible
Everyone is walking by
They can see me standing there
But not the tears I cry

I can't make them understand
The wicked thoughts inside my mind
So instead of trying
Keep them within my skull confined

Many broken things inside
Behind the weak smile I share
Thousands of people look at it
Yet remain fully unaware

I must be invisible
This world not of my own
I hate how I live each day
Surrounded but still all alone
Written 9-30-14

I wrote this long ago but reading it today still makes me feel the same way. Some things dont change i guess.
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The stupidity of id.


I only dream of what I cannot have.
Wish for this, wish for that,
But if I give you my true opinion,
You will only give it back.


I stand alone amongst the crowd;
I have no way of standing out.
So if you do see me somehow,
Know that soon I will disappear and become invisible,
Like I feel now.


You cannot have my love, because you do not want a nerd.
You can never read my words, because they would not interest you.
You could have said the things I would like to have heard,
But now those lines are through.


Thank you for the inspiration;
I am sorry that I never mentioned,
The truth to you, but it would only ever have caused tension,
Where none ever needed to exist.
Wasted wishes, dreams of fruition,
I am just the stupidity of id.


But now I have regained my senses;
No longer fixated, no words must be wasted,
If I am to head into the future, patiently.
Waiting for the one for whom I have been waiting.


One day she will come and find me, I hope.
Somehow, someway, she will let me know.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
halfmoonprxnce Jun 2018
Oh God,
If you are really there
Drive me away from others' sin
and fill me with your magic
within
Engulf me in your loving arms
Bless me for I deserve your
charm
Oh God, Please grasp these hands
and enlighten me on why
all the blame hefts on me,
always making me cry.
Do you ever know what it feels like to consistently be lonely? Or have everyone suddenly withdraw from you in life? When everyone starts to suddenly hate you?
LAWM Jun 2018
I thought humans could be seen by the naked eye

And that only angels and demons could neer be seen

But i am the outsider

And outsiders will never be seen for who they truly are

Because the people whose hearts are invisible

Stay invisible

Because no one ever tries to widen their own perspective

So they. Are the selfish ones

And to me, they have become invisible

So let me be the family i need the most

And let me be the outsider

I was never an indoor person anyway.
Unknown Jun 2018
A stagnant pond
It would be nice
Apply slight effort and it might sustain life.
Two lilies, a goldfish maybe.
Over two years it's been sitting here
The lining is intact
The pump will work once cleared of its leaves.
But don't touch the water-
It might **** you
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