By CARSON ROGERS, January 30, 2022
No one ever asks how I am
how I feel
who I am.
I am never seen
never noticed
never looked at.
I am Invisible.
I am the broken toy in the corner that no one plays with,
the deflated ball
lying in the grass
.
I am the poster on the wall
that no one sees,
the kid on the kickball team
that never gets picked.
I’m fine being a nobody,
a shadow, a ghost.
I’m fine being the rock
that no one picks up,
that person in the picture
standing to the side.
But it gets lonely.
No one to talk to
no one to know
who I am.
I’m too shy to talk.
I don’t even know anyone's name.
Do they even know mine?
What would I say?
Would they like me?
Would they accept me?
It’s happening.
Someone said hi,
I cannot begin to describe.
I don’t believe it.
It’s never crossed my mind
how one act could be
So kind.
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