I wonder if I’m invisible sometimes
If I suddenly ceased to exist
Mere seconds ago
If I’m see-through and no one can hear me
Because I speak
And garner no response
I laugh
And it trails off when no one glances my way
I start telling a story
Only for them to walk away
And I wonder
If they know I’m even there
I wonder if I’m dead sometimes
A ghost, all on my own
I remember that’s not how it works
But maybe I am invisible
Not truly
But just to them
Then comes the acknowledgment
A gesture
A question
A reminder
That they know I’m there
So perhaps I’m not
A figment of my own imagination
Perhaps I’m not
Dead
Gone
Invisible
But that gets me thinking
What if I’m their imagination?
What if everything I remember is wrong
And I’m just a part of their mind
Only acknowledged when they remember I exist
I feel invisible
Unseen
Lost in the crowd
Then suddenly I’m not
I don’t belong
Then I do
Like Schrödinger's Cat
Dead
And alive
At the same time
Yet I can’t stop feeling invisible
When they just walk by
And I say the same thing twice
Being ignored both times
Perhaps I’ll never know
Perhaps I truly will fade one day
And I’ll be invisible
For real
Until then
I shall keep wondering
If I'm really there















