Invisible

Just some late night thoughts.

Invisible.
A ghost.
A phantom.

Moving around undetected,
As if I’m not there.

Unseen.
Anonymous.
Unknown.

Just another face in the crowd,
Another traveler passing through.

Anxiety,
And,
Paralyzing fear.

How do I talk to people?
What if I look stupid?

They’ll probably hate me anyways.

Freak.
Abnormal.
Crazy.

I know that’s what I am.
No sense trying to fight it.

Instead of facing reality, I remain invisible.

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[Sarah]

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