Invisible Girl

Warning.

I see her,
Girl,
Where others turn an unseeing eye,
Small and pale,
This invisible girl.
I hear her laughter whenever,
My anger or sorrow is burning up,
And it makes it burn even hotter.
I feel her touch,
Invisible girl,
Whenever I am lonely,
Chilling, like the touch
Of a ghost.
And when I'm laying
In bed at night,
I hear her,
Girl,
Screaming.
Loud and unearthly,
Static.
I wish it would stop.

Reviews

[Akira Kodama]

I looked at this a few different ways. The one most prominent for me is that the Girl is everything that the common folk don't see. The detail that escapes their attention every day. Or maybe a variation of that would be that it is seeing all or more of what is hidden, and you grow contemptuous of the things you see and wish it would end. Very nice poem.

[Tasha]

Wow I loved this. Its almost like you keep seeing a stalker. This was dark and I enjoyed it very much, keep up the good work.