"Invisible"

There are people who wish they weren't the center of attention; the sore thumb that sticks out, or the odd one out. They wish they'd just blend it, another part of a jigsaw puzzle to this world that fits in perfectly. 

They wish they were invisible. 

But there are other people who wake up every day, and having people pass by them as if they weren't there. They are the dust under the bed that no one ever bothered to clean up, that new hairstyle no one notices, the key that just never seems to fit quite through the key hole. 

They wish they were not invisible. 

"Invisible" by Skylar Grey is a song that just barely brushes this belief, this idea. I think it's a suitable title for this poem I wrote, because it's like everyone judges by our cover, and never the true inner self. 

I hope you like it. 

Painted portraits of perfection

Precious china cups with swirls

Playful dolls with their shiny complexion

Pristine and flawless teeth like pearls

Purest cobalt in its purest form

Pleasant day – no storms to detect

Peerless smiles true and warm

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Happy giggles clear and loud

Humorous jokes so hard to resist

Healthy lives unaffected and proud

Hearty meals that always persists

Healing scars and curing wounds

Hearing something rather snappy -

Harps stringing golden tunes

Happy, happy, happy.

Reality is not so much splendid

Reaching for the unreal goal

Really, this just has to be ended

Ready or not? This will take its toll

Ruby roses brimming with thorns

Rough makeup hiding actuality

Revealing all those ugly horns

Reality, reality, reality.

Feelings boil in angry rage

Fingers twitch and clench

Fear escapes its lonely cage

Forget that happy stench

Finally these chains are released

Faithful? No, it’s nowhere near

Flawless perfection has decreased

Fear, fear, fear.

Somber soul seeps with pain

Screeching that helpless cry

Sufferings leaving sorry stains

Supposing to finally die

Snakes attacking at its prey

Saying what we never had

Singing angels dull and grey

Sad, sad, sad.

Learning to get a grip

Lone wolf strides all alone

Leaving all those battleships

Lying screams all in a moan

Leeches sucking what is life

Loving care…oh! If only!

Leaden soul causes a strife-

Lonely, lonely, lonely.

Tripping over tricky stones

Tired of being wrongly used

Terrified to the marrow of bones

Tearful faces all abused

Teaching what is wrong from right

Tedious talks gets one inspired

Tattling tales leads to a fight

Tired, tired, tired.

Enigmas eventually so well grasped

Eggs violently cracked and whipped

Every face is now all masked

Each second so very flipped

Efforts to stop this silliness

Eager but answered with rebuff

Eerie cackles so pitiless

Enough. Enough. ENOUGH!

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