July 17th – Invisible

This one could be considered a response to The Third Wheel I suppose, in its own way.

Invisible

I lied
When I said
Being the person on the outside
Is the worst
I’ve now discovered
That at least
The person
Is seen
Every now and again

What’s worse is the person
In the middle of the room
Alone
Who can move in and out
Without anyone seeing
Or caring

Poor invisible one
I wish we could find comfort
But we can’t even see each other
Since I can barely
See myself

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