Invisible

Why am I so invisible,

To those people that matter?

Why do people beside me get greeted,

While I am always the latter?

 

I stand surrounded with people,

Talking and all of that,

While eyes slide right off of me,

Like an unnoticeable gnat.

 

When I call for someone,

Shouting out their name,

The continue what they’re doing,

As if I’m the one to blame.

 

When I am head over heels for someone,

Wanting them to see,

They ignore me and go straight to another,

No one looks at me.

 

I’m the different one to these people,

I’m the odd one out.

Yet instead of being obvious,

I’m avoided like a gout.

 

I don’t see why I’m not seen,

Maybe I’m not really here,

Or maybe the other people have

Just had too much beer.

Reviews

[Kathryn]

While I think maybe you try just a little hard for the rhyme, this is really a good poem...Everyone feels like they are invisible sometimes. You do a good job getting across how you feel and the frustration being ignored causes. I imagine you would be able to get your point across even more clearly were you to totally forget rhyming and just write what you feel...If you really feel that this should rhyme, you can come back to it later to change a few words around here and there to make it so, because once you have all of your ideas and emotions down on paper, they are less likely to skip around while writing. Honestly and truly, this isn't my favorite poem, but I do see real emotion and believe that you could easily bring them out with a little less thought and a little more free-writing. Keep up the good work! =]

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