0ArmoredSoul0

I am walking down the street, and I am invisible. There are people all around me, but none of them see me. There is no acknowledgement of my presence, Though I greet them, they do not hear me, For only I can hear my voice. I want to be seen so badly that it has become a physical ache in my chest, Pressure that grows as it squeezes me, ribs creaking in agony. But no one does. No one except the other invisible people. I can hear them as assuredly as they can hear me, Our whispers flitting like fireflies between the unwanted, And for a little while, I can smile, and pretend. But the other invisible people are a long, long way away from me. We...