"Hello?"
Darkness.
"Is anyone there?"
I get up.
"Hello?"
I Walk forward.
"Is anyone the-"
I trip.
"Ow!"
I see a person.
"Hello."
I hold out my hand.
"What's your name?"
He doesn't see me.
"Hello?"
I poke him.
"Anyone there?"
He walks away.
"He didn't see me."
I sit down.
"He didn't see me."
A girl trips over me.
"Are you alright?"
She gets yup.
"What was that?"
She asks.
"Hello."
She leaves.
"She didn't see me either."
I see a man.
"Hello!"
He looks toward me.
"There you are!"
He calls.
"Here I am!"
I smile and run to him.
"I was worried."
He says.
"Sorry."
Says a woman's voice behind me.
"Let's go."
They take hands and leave.
"They didn't see me."
I look down.
"How did they not see me?"
I cry.
"How?"
A tear falls.
"Am I invisible?"
Yeah, I just noticed my poems are really depressing. And yes, I posted this at 6am. Don't judge me! This one was about Canada, obviously, and how no one can see him.