Literature · Poetry

Invisible

Your disdain for me is evident in the little games you like to play,

Each day you push me further hoping that I’ll disappear and go away.

I’ve put myself out there time and time again,

For everyone’s sake, I’ve tried just to be your friend.

But you only pretend that I exist when you want something from your tool,

But I’ll no longer play that part, I’m done with being the fool.

To you I’m invisible, you show it in the way that you act towards me.

I wonder if the pain you cause me gives you sadistic glee.

Even though it won’t matter for very long,

Will you even realize what I was worth when I’m gone?

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