I'm always coming to the conclusion that I am nothing but a speck.

I am a slight blur that has no true meaning to the world.

The speck that is always overlooked and pushed around.

A doormat is an understatement.

Eyes look past me as I am transparent to the average sight.

I strive for attention in the least of ways but fail time after time. 

I look around groups to match a wondering gaze but consistently come up short. 

An indivual that is invisible to other humans is demoralizing. 

If one can not even be seen, how is one supposed to be hear in time of crisis?