invisible
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Do they even see me?

Would they miss me when I’m gone?

They pass by me everyday

They speak words;

But not to me

I speak; but they don’t hear

It’s just the invisible me

I’ve walked on these streets

Lived in these four walls

But they don’t know me

I want them to-

Tears sting, blood spill

Holes dug deep in skin

Been knocking;

Even used the doorbell

But no one answered-

Not even the answering machine

The rain poured

The sun scotched

My still voice, they couldn’t hear

It hurts me when they run away from me

Like some blood thirsty monster

When I’m the friend who really cares

I don’t want to hurt you

I want to help you

But yet you see me as the enemy

One thing remains

It’s just the invisible me

©Mfon Etuk, 2017

19 thoughts on “The Invisible Me”

  4. So honest and beautiful M! I think all of us have felt invisible at some point, and so many people always feel that way. I’m amazed at how Jesus always notices us and loves us!

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