Invisable
You say you can see me,
You say you know me,
But do you?
Do you really see me, or am I invisible to you?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the person I am?
Or…
Do you see the person I was?
You talk behind my back,
You whisper in the dark,
Though I hear you clearly.
Because of you I must hide behind my mask.
Our conversations- pointless, useless.
Dancing around the truth.
You call me names when you don’t even know me.
You say a lot but it means nothing.
You talk in circles without a point to make.
You call me a poser,
You call emo,
You call me this,
You call me that,
I call me truth.
But truly what does it matter,
When all we do is hide behind our masks,
Made to our own versions of perfection,
No matter the effect on others.
You leave me dazed and confused.
Putting your self where you do not belong,
Barging in for no reason at all.
Again… you call me this,
You call me that,
Yes I am dark and creepy.
Yes, I am bright and vibrant.
What am I to do?
Even on the day of my betrayal,
I was asking for trouble.
Even then you would not accept me as me.
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