Being
Invisible
But I’m
in chains and I long to be free
You witness
me from the outside, I’m fat you see
There’s
the battle that takes all of me
The tears
when I look and witness what’s normally
The
kernel of unhappiness is self-esteem’s erosion
Society
made the weapon and I’m the explosion
I’m
human, yes really, but staring derisively eyes deny
Humanity
made by divinity, unholy I cry
My
resistance is in circles like the day
I will
resist, but at the end of the day, I’m empty
Looking
at the mirror shatters my image
Being
invisible is a curse not a mirage
I don’t
remember a soft touch or a hug
All my
life the fight to not be your trodden rug
For
society, destroying its sublime
Maybe I’m
your reminder that “perfection is the enemy of good”
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