invisigirl.

one can never be too used to being forgotten.
one can never be numb of the feeling, of being forgotten.
it hurts the most, when you cannot utter how painful it is.

no one has ever cared, anyways.
no stranger has ever loved another stranger.
this won't be an exception.
just another perfect day, waiting to be ruined.

we've been waiting, waiting too much.
that painstaking feeling you get when you know you cannot bear this wait anymore,
yet also knowing that you can do nothing,
but to wait.

will you understand?
have you ever, been forgotten?
have you ever, been pushed aside?
have you ever, been invisible?

delighted to the feeling of an ounce of care from someone else,
often skipping a heartbeat when someone showed love to you;
you pretended to be okay.
you pretend to be fine.

it's not okay, nor fine at all, for being seen through
and not looked at.
invisibility is not a gift.
especially when you can still, clearly see yourself,
and know that you are not invisible at all.

when you know you are real,
yet no one sees or hears you,
you pretend to be okay.
you pretended to be fine.