I feel as though I'm standing in the middle of a giant room full of people;
The people having no recognizable features, standing talking to one another,
As though they were mindless zombies, programmed to do nothing but chatter and carry on.
I can feel my mouth move, but nothing but bloodcurdling screams exit my mouth.
I feel my heart breaking as I continue to scream; no one bothering to look up;
No one who even bothered to show concern at all. I stop screaming, and feel
Myself walk among the crowd, looking into their nonexistent faces, trying to find one familiar face.
My efforts were futile, but I didn't give up hope; I was bound and determined to
Find one familiar face in a sea of unfamiliarity and despair.
I was about to give up all hope when I finally found what I was looking for.
His face was that of compassion and caring; his eyes had a soft loving light to them.
I reached out to caress his beautiful face, when it hit me: he couldn't't see me.
I am invisible to him. He cannot see me, for I am nothing but a figment of his imagination.
I longed to be standing there with him, to be apart of the crowd, but I knew I couldn't't, for
I am but a figment of everyone's imagination; they cannot see me, but I can see them.
I long to be apart of the crowd, to be accepted for who I am, but I know I can't.
In order for me to belong, I must be visible to the room of people; I know in my wildest
Dreams that will never happen.
That is what I am to my beloved: invisible.
Unseen and unwanted by the
Crowd of people in that giant room.
Part of me longed to be a part of that crowd, while the other
Part of me, longed to stay invisible; nothing but just a figment of his imagination.
Someday, I will at long last stand by my beloved; finally visible for him to see,
Accepted for who I am, not for what everyone else wants me to be┘