Invisible
Sometimes
I see all the people around me
but they don't see me.
It's as if I'm not even there.
I get the feeling that if
I were to look at my hand
there'd be nothing
but blank space.
I begin to wonder why
people can make you feel like this.
Maybe my new sweater
is not just a sweater
but an invisible cloak
making it easy
to observe other people
without them knowing.
But sometimes I want other people
to see me, to know
as I know,
that there's a wonderful person
wrapped in all that empty space
if they could only look
and see.
Sarah
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