by Mariah Sarate
I used to be noticeable
with an attitude so bright,
but now I am invisible
like a ghost that comes out at night.
When you are invisible
Everyone seems to pass you by;
No one can hear you scream
Or even hear you cry.
They never seem to notice
And no one ever seems to understand anything you say;
Anything they hear they disregard or throw away.
So once more I must say
I used to be noticeable
Like a nice sunny day;
Now I am invisible...
As I sit sadly in the rain.