I was unseen by anyone,
Though I was visible.
The world began to crumble before me,
I wasn’t lonely—just invisible.
I tried to cope, but it worsened still,
Until I realized: I was hiding myself.
It’s crushing to know I’m the source of my pain,
I wish it would leave,
But instead, it remains.
I tried to kill it,
But it slipped through my grasp.
Even death, so kind,
Let it escape its clasp.
I searched for a way to move on,
Yet I kept looking back.
Searching for what lay behind me,
But nothing was there—
Just figments of imagination,
Not reality’s care.
Still, I kept searching,
Eyes cast downward in despair.
Until tears streamed unbidden,
For no reason—
But for the endless blame I bore.
For sins awareness committed,
I kept on looking,
While time itself rewound.
And slowly,
I became visible once more,
And the world pieced itself together again.