Do you know what it feels
like when everyone walks past you?
When everyone
talks over you?
When no one gives you
their time of day?
I am invisibility at its finest.
I get not one glance in the slightest.
I am a walking ghost
passing through wall to wall.
I remember the first time
I saw you.
Your skin was glistening
under the summer sun.
How I wished to hold you close.
But to you I was nothing,
a piece of debris traveling
in the somber air,
a trash bag floating with
a merciless wind.
And then I saw you with her
blonde, blue eyes
the ones you prefer.
I’ve bought a new outfit
for me to wear.
I’ve put on some makeup
and done my hair.
Do you like how I drip
in your lover’s blood?
Do you like this new look
and the orange that I wear?
Just switch on the news.
You’ll see me I’m there.
What do you think of
my new, blonde hair?
Don’t worry these bars
are really not there.
May you let me ponder
one simple question.
Have I finally got your attention?
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