Invisible

A talk with an invisible man all in which is in his head.

I look on at the children play

Dancing and cheering their laughter ring

Wondering if they can see me one day

Something like this I meaninglessly cling

I know I will be forever alone

Sure I could cry

But it is boring to only bemoan

I tend to look in my mind's eye

Have I grown?

why should I even question?

I guess it has been shown

this thought is my confession

well I am being called once again

so I guess this is the end