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Despite all the mirrors I've walked past, I could never see myself When my finger touched the reflection, Printless marks left the glass A fragment of unimportant dust The loudest whisper you never heard
Invisibility is a cool superpower You can be hidden and unseen by Your enemies Invisibility is good You can sneak into the movies The pantry for a snack It is like being a ghost Invisibility is awesome Because you can become camouflaged Be your
Not everyone sees me Some may not even now that I am there Not everyone knows who I am Some may not even know that I exist I hide on stage, back I am a name on paper, not a name in lights.
Chameleons have it lucky, They can blend into their surroundings and dissapear almost completely. Sometimes I feel a bit like a chameleon, Invisible to the world around me, But the only difference is that,
Missing before the night I left, Invisible to those around me, Lost in my own world, Trying to survive on my own, Trying to be noticed, Trying to reach out and beg someone for help.
Shadows, Dark, cold spots in a ray of sun. Shadows hide things, Hide secrets. You look at me, You see a bright, smiling, happy person. But it's only a wall, And that wall,
I gave you a rose, sent you a carnation, Waited for you to step up. And all you did was go about, day by day, ignoring me. Making me invisible, biding your time.
Met a man on the street today, black shoes, black glasses, black skin Talked a while about this age we're living in Told me his story, how he'd nearly made history Until he realized the strings were pulled by white hands