Invisible me,am I too transparent to see? Tell me am I too clever to even hold an outline in the the space of your mind? And as I sit here alone I watch you popular, pretty girls as u overlook me
With hairs braid and empty brains or maybe they were simply filled with vain things.
Invisible me birth from despicable trees sparking the skeptic in me, tell me is it natural to question all that I see? what goes into sanity that makes it insane? maybe the same thing that makes wolves howl in the rain.and as i sit in solitude I watch as crowded hearts masterbate to the thought being able to congregate. And like the soundwave inately echoing within within me reminding of pain I question if I'll always be this invisible me.
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